Cabin porn — yes, you read correctly, Cabin porn — has been making its way around the blogosphere this week. I am week in the knees. As a cabin lover, I am totally transfixed by this tumblr. I’m lucky to already have a cabin in the family, but I think that I might have been persuaded to build a small cabin of my own one day by these photos. (via Design Crush)
The older I get, the more I realize that exercise isn’t so much about looking great but feeling great, both physically and emotionally. This short film by artist Julia Warr documents the daily life of Russian dancer Maia Helles — a ninety-five year old woman who has the youth of someone half her age. She is timeless, and she has been doing the same set of exercises for the past 60 years. She preaches the power of simplicity, work and enjoyment, and she is wonderful. I can only hope to be like her at 95. The filmography — shot on Fire Island, NY is lovely too. (via silent storyteller)
Can I admit something? Before I watched Brooklyn Boheme on Showtime last night, I had no idea that Brooklyn had the scene it did in the 80s and 90s. I saw an article in the NYT earlier in the day about the documentary, and I was lucky enough to be flipping the channel right as it was starting. I only know the borough as the bastion of white hipsterdom that it is today — not as an incubator of a black cultural renaissance that fostered the likes of Chris Rock and Spike Jones. The real treat is the other artists and friends of filmmaker Nelson George who tell a story of true artistic revolution that brewed unconsciously as it became the place for black creatives. More than something significant to black culture, to me this was an incredible portrait of the power of place — it’s power to transform itself and incubate the concentrated talent of so many people. It makes me want to move to a city real bad. If you get a chance to watch it, do.
I wrote last week about my conflict between the side of me that likes fashion and the more intellectual side. Prophetically, one of my favorite bloggers, Jane Flanagan of Ill Seen, Ill Said, wrote about a very similar conflict she’s had in her own life. I won’t try to paraphrase her, but she summarized my feelings so succinctly. And I found a new author to try too!
Honey Kennedy is running an incredible giveaway for a $100 gift certificate to Lille Boutique this week, and you’d be crazy not to enter. Even if I don’t win, I’m so grateful to have found this boutique. I love everything … it’s feminine, fashion forward, high quality, and considered. I’ve always found it difficult to spend large amounts of money on lingerie from places like Victoria’s Secret because it just seems like such a tacky waste. But spending money at Lille? Not a waste. It may be time to invest.
I like to think that I have an open mind to art, that I appreciate its creative value no matter what. But honestly, sometimes installations just escape me. This art installation by Rashad Alakbarov at Phillips de Pury gallery is beautiful and creative and conceptual and I “get” it. The combination of light and color and natural movement in this seemingly abstract piece produces something so unexpectedly lovely and almost alive. This is why I love art. (via Anthology)
I don’t know if it’s Valentine’s day around the corner or maybe that I’m a girl after all, but I loved Moorea Seal‘s guest post mood board of nudes and pinks on The Flowerchild Dwelling the other day. So soft and dreamy — and feminine without being cheesy. Divine.
I have this vision of exactly what I want my wedding to be that I won’t share with you because I think it’s crazy/bad that girls fantasize about their nonexistent weddings … but let’s just say that that is fantasy involves guests sleeping in tents. This music festival-inspired wedding is going in the memory bank because it showed me that I’m not crazy for this tent idea. Beyond that, it’s a beautiful outdoor ceremony in a meaningful location with close family and friends in a communal environment, and that’s exactly how I want my own wedding to be.
hunting for organic productions this week led to me two wonderful new brands: PACT apparel and Cold Spring Apothocary. If there are two places that I don’t want harsh chemicals or synthetic products, it’s in my underwear and on my skin. I’m a sucker for a retailer with a philosophy.
