au revoir (sept.)

put on that sweater, lace up those boots, lets stake our claim below that umbrella.

daydreaming i am, thank you for this

awaiting face time

i cannot wait to get my paws on you, and feast my eyes upon your sordid, shrewd, & savory pages.

turn back time

i don't know if my dear mother looks at this, or even know it exists. if so she'd probably think it was strange that i post old photos of her, semi-regularly. however, they are just some of the best film i have around. 

music chosen accordingly. the mamas & the papas, monday, monday, a track from my early autumn playlist. working on building up a catalogue of tunes from the 60's. oh i dream of a record player.

for fall

some old paintings, in autumnal hues.

current listen, as per a recommendation a long time gone from mr. kyle wilhelm. the cotton jones album circa 2009, paranoid cocoon.
the perfect listen for a partly cloudy, somewhat lazy, mildly breezy early fall afternoon walk through a transitional brooklyn park, some strange rain

this is what summer looks like (a roundup)

alternating between brooklyn birthday backyards, george washington bridge vantage points, recommended reading (not that i embarked on the moral compass, but it probably wouldn't be such a bad idea), photogenic felines and charismatic canines is how i wrap up the sweltering season. 

i swear, at least i hope, that someday i will grow out of my persistent penchant for alliteration (ah, you see! i bring it upon myself, it rears it's ugly head directly from my fingertips and into the caption)

virgo

how is september almost gone?

yes, i know i'm tardy to this, cocorosie hopscotch

in dire need of some new tunes (whether the tunes are youthful or not makes no difference, simply as long as they're new to me) suggestions welcome.

with gratitude

thank you dear friends for helping me ring in twenty-four. maybe for twenty-five i'll switch out the cutoffs/canadian tuxedo and wear something as lovely as these classy broads.

meow

princess sam, photo by kelly
i adore everything about this; the yellow and gold hues, the grain (almost fooled me into thinking it was dug up from the 70's), the stillness, the lack of eye-contact, etc. but mostly the simultaneous strangeness and normality of the photo is what pleases me so.

...not to mention it provides a segue for sharing this (as you know how i love my vegetarian themed reading)

1 year today

i don't know who this sassy gal is (via google images- i hope putting her up here doesn't grant me pedo points), but she's summing it all up, and kind of like a smaller version of me- the bangs, the big eyes, awkward stance. but mainly the "hearting" of new york is what deems this photo most appropriate.
september 2nd is the one year mark; i think i'll call it home.