• Posted 15th November 2015


Well looky here. A couple of pictures brought me out of my blogging coma. I’ve been pretty “offline” lately, not spending much time on blogs or my personal instagram. Its just getting so saturated and redundant, my brain needs a break from the constant staged visual of everyones lives and everything in general. It’s all beginning to look the same to me, I’m not getting a jolt of inspiration or awakening from anything online these days.

I’m trying to spend more time just living, enjoying my life and the things I worked so hard for. 2015 has been such a breezy relaxing year. I’m really excited about my current position and upcoming projects… 2016 is going to be magical (glitter emoji).


  • Posted 16th May 2015

Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

before sunrise.


  • Posted 13th May 2015

I HAD to repost this from Miss Moss. I am falling to pieces over Paloma Wool‘s most recent collection (of course its No. 4). so good. ordering one of everything immediately.
this collection is what my dreams are made of. i just want to live inside it. everything matisse and picasso.


  • Posted 27th February 2015

God, I agree so much.

A week after debuting his fall-winter 2015 collection inspired by Diana Vreeland, Vogue UK featured an interview with American designer Marc Jacobs by Suzy Menkes. In the interview, he talks about young designers, the new collection and social media.

“You know, I am an older person now, I’m going to be 52 in a couple of months,” Jacobs says. “But I look at young fashion and it seems like it’s all the same – the idea of what is edgy or cool. It’s style with no substance; it doesn’t really seem born of anything. I don’t see the rebellion or edge in it. It just looks like a cliche: salad oil in the hair, Frankenstein shoes and the trappings of punk and all these other thing.”

He also goes on to take an anti social media stance. “I am so appalled by the whole social media thing,” he says. “I don’t get it, it doesn’t appeal to me, neither does a computer, or working on a laptop. I don’t want to read a book on a device. I like a book with a hard cover, and text on a piece of paper.

Reposted from FGR


  • Posted 25th February 2015

I’m in LOVE with Hotel Covell, a new 5-suite boutique hotel in Los Feliz! I’m gonna try to go for drinks next week and steal inspiration for decorating our new place.

I discovered it on Sight Unseen, and am equally/obviously also obsessed with the interior designer, Sally Breer.
my god. so so good.


  • Posted 21st February 2015

During my time in Italy I read, An Italian Affair by Laura Fraser. It was the perfect romantic tale to visualize and set the mood while exploring and hilariously, the main character also chose to read books set in the places she traveled to.

Here are a few of my favorite passages:

And it pleased Him that this love of mine,
whose warmth exceeded all others, and which had stood firm
and unyielding against all the pressures of good intention,
helpful advice, and the risk of danger and open scandal,
should in the course of time diminish of its own accord.
So that now, all that is left of it in my mind is the delectable
feeling which Love habitually reserves for those who
refrain from venturing too far upon its deepest waters.
And thus what was once a source of pain has now become,
having shed all discomfort, an abiding sensation of pleasure.


You board your boat, the boat to Ischia, and climb to the top deck, where the air is fresh and cool, the sun sinking behind the silhouetted island in the distance. Traveling by boat is romantic, pulling you away from shore, leaving a vast emptiness of water between your old life and an entirely new place.

The problem with Americans, he says, is they think a little affair will destroy a marriage. How can they be so claustrophobic? It puts far too much pressure on the marriage. That’s what will ruin a marriage.

“After thirty-six years you decide to take up smoking now?” he asks. You smile and tell him it’s all his fault. “When I get back,” you say, “I’m going to have to find a lover like you.” “Inutile,” he says, and laughs. Your only hope is to teach someone, he says. Then he becomes more serious, avuncular. “You’ll find someone,” he says. “All you need is a man who is older than you and younger than me. A professor of literature who speaks Italian. There must be some of them in San Francisco.” “They’re everywhere,” you say, “like German tourists.”

He says that he himself is not complicated at all. “I’m a simple person,” he says. “I like art, I like women, I like the sea, good food, cigars.” He unwraps the cellophane on a cigar and lights it. “I like pleasure,” he says. He smokes quietly for a moment. “Sometimes,” he says, “my wife thinks I’m too simple.”

You tell the professor you’ve never met an intellectual like him who is so uncomplicated, who seems to have no hidden dark corners in his psyche, though you suspect there are a few he isn’t talking about. He’s so comfortable with himself, seemingly so content with his life. Unlike many of the talented, intelligent men you’ve run into, he isn’t arrogant on the surface with deep insecurities lurking just beneath. He doesn’t seem like he’d ever be threatened by strong, smart women, just amused. He’s easily delighted, and relaxing to be around. You’re glad at least to have a glimpse of that type of man.

“The Decameron tales describe the endless varieties of love—adulterous passion, courtly love, enduring marriages, homosexual love, forbidden love, infatuation. The moral—if you can call it that, and why not—is that finding pleasure is more important than any of the constraints society might put on people’s inclinations to “forgather” together. As one storyteller comments after a tale of adultery, “And by proceeding with the greatest of discretion, they enjoyed their love together on many a later occasion. May God grant that you enjoy yours likewise.”
This, you think, is what Italians read in school instead of The Scarlet Letter. No wonder they’re better at flirting.”

It’s a shame. American men must be superficial. They want youth and beauty right up front in their faces. That isn’t interesting. European men like to discover what’s beautiful about a woman. Every woman is a mystery, and you have to find what makes her most beautiful and gives her the most pleasure.

“Richard Meier,” he says. “Everyone should know that name. Forget about the paintings here, they are mostly second-rate paintings by first-rate artists, or first-rate paintings by second-rate artists. But the architecture is amazing, the building is an extraordinary work of art. This building will last for centuries.”

“You know,” he says, “in order for me to truly relax, I have to be outside my country, and even outside of my language. I can’t relax in French.” “Why?” you ask. He shrugs, and tries to explain. “If I speak French, I might as well be in France. There is an inherent nervousness. I have to get outside of it all.”

“You know, my dear,” he says, stroking your hair. “It isn’t a bad thing to always know that someone on the other side of the world cares about you, that someone is always thinking about you with pleasure.”

“When you go to a place and have an extraordinary experience,” he says, “you can never return.”
“That’s true.”
“I could never return to Ischia,” he says.
“No,” you agree. “Never.”

The professor begins to list his defects. He is a little vain, he says. He doesn’t do well at dinner parties, doesn’t like to make chatty conversation. He dresses too hippie for his wife’s taste. He doesn’t know how to fix anything around the house. He isn’t all that ambitious; if he were really rich, all he would do is travel the world and stay at great hotels.


Europe 07 / Assisi Roma & the Vatican City

  • Posted 21st February 2015

Assisi was amazing. I wish I could’ve spent at least a night there vs just a few hours, but it was one of my favorite little stops. The entire city was cobble stone and felt like a giant olive garden haha. I took tons of touristy pictures and literally COULD not get over the unbelievable view. It looked exactly like every painting of italy I’ve ever seen.
Just before getting to Assisi, we stopped at a small vineyard and got drunk on strawberry wine and chocolate haha. I bought my mom this delicious truffle honey and in hindsight, should have bought a bottle to bring home as well.
On the way to Roma I wrote in my journal that it was so refreshing to get back to the things I love. Observing, reading, writing, seeing new places, listening to music and truly hearing and feeling it. These all seem like normal everyday things, but it’s amazing how life gets in the way and you really cherish having time to just listen to an entire playlist while looking out the window. no responsibilities, no worries. just in the moment.
I’d forgotten how much I loved Rome. I’m SO glad I made myself keep a journal the entire time. I was super OCD about detailing every thing I did each night or morning so I could relive the trip whenever I like. I ate so much pizza and gelato in italy its ridiculous. and by pizza I mean the entire thing, almost every day. gelato like 3x a day hahaha, no shame.

Whenever people ask about my favorite cities, I always say I loved Rome, but it wasn’t what I was expecting. It actually looked the way I imagined Spain ha. and I hated how touristy it was in areas (but this was true in most places) and how many cheesy tourist shops there were, selling the same junk (that was likely made in china) taking up spaces in the beautiful ancient buildings.
I wrote “Rome is so exotic. There are parts that look exactly like a city within a jungle. Deteriorating buildings in the most beautiful colors amidst tons of trees and foliage. The burnt orange, pale pinks and blues, against shades of green, black and cream are my favorite.”
OMG the Vatican. I’m not going to say much about it, because I’m not sure how to even describe how much I enjoyed it. The museum, the history, the Sistine Chapel. St. Peter’s Basilica. ugh. I need to go back, but again it’s something that I feel like I’ll either never return to or wait until I have children to take and share it with, because there are so many other places in Italy and even Rome I’m still dying to visit.
The ceilings and the statues, were hands down my favorite. They had so much emotion, so much pain. and the insane level of perfection and detail. gahhh.. this is the reason I haven’t been properly artgasming hahaha. I need to get back to Europe and have my socks blown off.
Next stop under the tuscan sun.



  • Posted 14th February 2015


Happy Valentine’s Day lovers.


  • Posted 10th February 2015


I’ve been really, really into my tumblr these days. I can feel myself getting back into hyper-artistic mode and hope my new schedule in LA will allow me to dedicate some solid time to making physical works again.

my hands need something to do and my eyes need a break from all these screens.


  • Posted 5th February 2015

I’m having a moment.
and obsessing over these three at the same time. oh and also marissa webb.
joan mitchell / willem de kooning / cy twombly
The scale of these blows my mind. I think they’re all a pretty accurate visual of how I’ve been feeling. extremely excited/nervous/scared/unsure/jazzed/ about moving & wrapping up so many projects and starting 100 more. they all have so much energy. like… i-just-have-to-get-these-colors-and-movements-the-fuck-out-of-me-as-fast-as-i-can.
#repeat. maybe ill go paint (read: finish) a picture.

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