So…a certain little puppy has kept me too busy over the past week to get to this post. Meet Rufus - our 12 week old Boston Terrier! He has kept us on our toes and is a lot of work, but he’s worth every second.
This weekend he was a champ on his first road trip, traveling to Philly with us. We debated throwing him off his schedule and into unfamiliar territory so soon, but there was no way we were going to miss our dear buddy Nate’s 30th birthday. Rufus slept both ways in the car and was the hit of the party. The rest of the weekend, he enjoyed many long walks, lap naps, skype dates to meet the grandparents, and lots of time laying in the sun on the patio. Although I hate leaving him for work tomorrow, I think a few days of rest will do him good after such a big weekend!
Much more to come on the ole blog from Mr. Rufus…get pumped.
OK, here goes…I really hate to admit this, because I always thought Lilly Pulitzer clothes looked like a sorority girl barfed up her cupcakes, BUT…they’re kinda killing it this season with these frocks! Heck, I’d even consider wearing that 3rd one for my wedding.
I can’t stop staring at the gut-wrenching images of the destruction in Joplin this week. Even though we’re becoming too accustomed to all of the disaster that’s happpening around the world these days, the desolation in these images has been especially haunting to me.
Thoughts go out to all of those affected as they try to rebuild their lives…
Outside of volunteering one afternoon and a few dinners, most of my time in New Orleans was spent inside a conference room. I refused to leave without snapping some photos of this picturesque city, so the last morning, I headed out at 7am for a stroll around the French Quarter - yes, a very different view of Bourbon Street than most revelers get! Here are a few of the things I saw along the way.
…the ones who will help you play out your Rodney Smith vision, even if it means climbing up on rusty overpasses and navigating gritty, smelly Harlem in stilettos and sequins. It was even the exact underpass where Rodney shot - next time we will obviously rent a fleet of cabs and climb those too.
Thanks again, Allie and Dave! (more to come from this shoot for those that are interested…stay tuned)
"They gonna strip yo bike, you know. I’m just tellin’ you in advance girl," said the old man sweeping the sidewalk in front of his barber shop as I parked my janky old bike in front of my Harlem bikram studio this morning. "Thank you sir," I said, but I wasn’t really sure what he wanted me to do with that information — stay home? Stop riding it? I’ve been parking my bike all over NYC for nearly 8 years and never had more than a seat stolen - and I’m not naive - I know I’m lucky. So as as far as I’m concerned, I’ve already won and every day that it’s not stolen is just another bonus.
A few minutes later, during class, we learned that a fellow practitioner had passed away this week. Our studio owner, Stephanie, was at his funeral, so during the final savasana, Stacy, our instructor, shared what Stephanie would be reading in front of his friends and family this morning. Her words were a beautiful testament to this man and also to this yoga practice; we were all very teary, especially after a particularly hot and wonderfully tiring class. I could go on and on about how this studio is more than a place to get your sweat on; it’s truly a community, and I love it.
Apparently Elliott had cancer, unbeknownst to any of us. He first came to the studio on Valentine’s Day ‘09 and since then turned his life around through bikram yoga and also through food - in that time he enrolled and graduated from a NY culinary institue (which he found out about by flipping through a brochure that was laying around the yoga studio). He started a blog, The Mat is a Metaphor, about his journey with healthy food and yoga.
So, back to the barbershop man who threatened of my bike being stolen before class. It probably will get stolen someday. A lot of other unfortunate things are going to happen along the way too. Elliott was living that nightmare, but did he stay home? Did he stop coming to class until the very last day he could?
Yes, sir, I will keep on riding my bike, but thanks for the heads up.
As much as I was taken by the undeniable charm and heart of Memphis, I was equally struck by the almost creepy feeling of loss and abandonment as we drove around - on every block, boarded up structures that looked like they hadn’t seen action in 30+ years. And not just nondescript ones, but ornate, special places that you just knew held endless stories behind those nailed and splintered boards - beauty parlors, ballrooms, banks, liquor stores, Southern mansions with sweeping porches. Bright, crackly paint, storefront signage with so much character.
I could have used at least 2 more solid days with my camera to just scratch the surface. Does anyone know of a good book that tells the story, in photos, of abandoned Memphis?
Anxiously anticipating fresh cilantro, basil, parsley and tomatoes, hopefully along with much more, on the patio again - especially since the Urban Garden Center recently opened here in East Harlem. Does anyone have suggestions for other things that grow well on urban patios?
The painted cans look lovely, but you shouldn’t plant anything you plan on eating in tin cans! The linings contain BPA, an endocrine disruptor, and it will leach from the lining into the soil (and then into the plants).