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Drawings of Suzanne Lalique

May 11, 2010

Suzanne Lalique created porcelain designs for the Haviland Company in the late 1920’s.


Happy Mother’s Day

May 9, 2010

(Above images via LIFE)


Weekend Listening: Águas de Março (Waters of March)

May 8, 2010

A stick, a stone, it’s the end of the road, it’s the rest of a stump, it’s a little alone

It’s a sliver of glass, it is life, it’s the sun, it is night, it is death, it’s a trap, it’s a gun

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush, a knot in the wood, the song of a thrush

The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall, a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all

It’s the wind blowing free, it’s the end of the slope,
It’s a beam, it’s a void, it’s a hunch, it’s a hope

And the river bank talks of the waters of March,
It’s the end of the strain, the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road, a slingshot’s stone

A fish, a flash, a silvery glow, a fight, a bet, the range of a bow

The bed of the well, the end of the line,
The dismay in the face, it’s a loss, it’s a find

A spear, a spike, a point, a nail, a drip, a drop, the end of the tale

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night

A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme, it’s a cold, it’s the mumps

The plan of the house, the body in bed,
And the car that got stuck, It’s the mud, it’s the mud

A float, a drift, a flight, a wing, a hawk, a quail, the promise of spring

And the riverbank talks of the waters of March,
It’s the promise of life, It’s the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone, it’s the end of the road
It’s the rest of a stump, it’s a little alone

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,
It’s a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite, a blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain, a snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue

And the riverbank talks of the waters of March,
It’s the promise of life in your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone, the end of the road, the rest of a stump, a lonesome road

A sliver of glass, a life, the sun, a knife, a death, the end of the run

And the riverbank talks of the waters of March,
It’s the end of all strain, it’s the joy in your heart.

“Waters of March” (Portuguese: “Águas de Março”) is a Brazilian song composed by Antonio Carlos Jobim. The lyrics, originally written in Portuguese, do not tell a story, but rather present a series of images that form a collage.  In both the Portuguese and English versions of the lyrics, “it is a stick, a stone, a sliver of glass, a scratch, a cliff, a knot in the wood, a fish, a pin, the end of the road,” and many other things, although some specific references to Brazilian culture (festa da cumeeira, garrafa de cana), flora (peroba do campo) and folklore (Matita Pereira) were intentionally omitted from the English version, perhaps with the goal of providing a more universal perspective. All these details swirling around the central metaphor of “the Waters of March” can give the impression of the passing of daily life and its continual, inevitable progression towards death, just as the rains of March mark the end of a Brazilian summer. Both sets of lyrics speak of the water being “the promise of life,” perhaps allowing for other, more life-affirming interpretations, and the English contains the additional phrases “the joy in your heart” and the “promise of spring,” a seasonal reference that would be more relevant to most of the English-speaking world. (Wikipedia)

(Video: Elis Regina)


Teaser (Part 3)

May 6, 2010

Another photo shoot was arranged for my little project for Lark the other day. I shot a lot of men’s clothes this time.  Again, here are some random behind-the-scene shots from the day.

(Shoes by Zeha-Berlin)

(Jacket by Barbour ToKiTo)

Can you see the grape?

(Shirt by Burkman Bros.)

(Shirt by Chimala, Jacket and Pants by Frank Leder)

(Jacket and Shirt by Chimala)

(Jacket by Frank Leder, Pants by Burkman Bros., Shoes by Zeha-Berlin, Shirt by Gilded Age)

It was nice that Jordan from Grey Manner came to visit us in the afternoon.

I wasn’t really paying attention, but Jordan was also taking pictures of the mess I created.

(Shirt by Lova)

Definitely much more pictures to share very soon…

(See Teaser Part 1 & 2)



May 3, 2010

Sketches in watercolour and pencil by Fabrice Moireau

Fabrice Moireau is a seasoned traveler who brings back from his journeys sketchbooks which are valuable cultural and ethnographic records in themselves. He is particularly interested in the world’s architectural heritage and in plants and gardens. In his work, which has illustrated several publications, he seeks particularly to convey in watercolor his fascination with the subtle play of light, or the atmosphere of a street or landscape.

It’d be nice to remember some views in sketches like these,

the places I’ve been to, the things I’ve eaten, or just random stuff I’ve seen.

and not always in photographs maybe.

I think I want to start drawing again.


Writers’ Rooms

April 30, 2010

Writers' rooms: George Bernard Shaw

George Bernard Shaw (Read about his room here.)

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.”

(Above: George Bernard Shaw at work in his summerhouse on his 90th birthday in 1946.)


Virginia Woolf (Read about her room here.)

“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”

(Above: Virginia Woolf’s writing table at Monk’s House, Sussex, England, 1967.)


Rudyard Kipling (Read about his room here.)

“The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.”


Dylan Thomas (Read about his room here.)

“Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.”


Teaser (Part 2): Sam’s Smile

April 28, 2010

Here are some more photos form the shoot I did for Lark‘s summer look book (coming soon).

Sam came in our store one day and tried a pair of boots on. I noticed she had a beautifully aged leather knapsack and while we were taking about the boots I couldn’t help but stare at her bag. I think that’s how I met her for the very first time. It was about 2 years ago and we kept running into each other on the street or in a cafe in the neighbourhood, then we became more acquainted. She left for Australia to travel and I didn’t see her anymore for a really long time. Recently I ran into her at a cafe and the timing couldn’t be more perfect as I was scouting for a model for this shoot at that time.  (She modelled for our editorial project in summer 2008 as well before her big trip.) This lovely girl has a great style and personality, and always has the most amazing smile!