Monday, November 28, 2011

Camera resuscitated! Albeit briefly.

I gave it a night's rest, is all;O)

Weekend trip (with poorly choosen analogy)

Johan and I went on a weekend trip down to his dad's cute little summer house by the coast. Everything was horribly cute, and I was positively buzzing around the house planning on all the little things I wanted to shoot. But you know what? Then my camera died. And as I'm sure many a blogger will attest to, that's the equivalent of going to a the Caribbeans without your swimsuit...and finding out that the Caribbeans are all out of swimsuits...And you're not allowed to skinny dip either.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

plane tickets and search engines

Lately, Johan and I have been debating whether or not we should go to NY for new years. Of course we want to and we'd totally jump on a plane if it weren't for the fact that the tickets are insanely expensive. The funny thing is though that every time we reach the sensible conclusion that we should just let it go and wait till Spring, I wind up convincing myself that it's pure lunacy to deprive myself of the simple pleasure of being in the city for a while, even if it's just for a week. And that's when I'm off again to search for plane tickets for the trillionth time, hoping the price of a decent flight has dropped some $500 since last time I checked, roughly 20 minutes earlier.

It's funny with search engines, because I know they're supposed to make my life easier, and to a certain extent they do. And yet I find that I have never in my life spent so much time trying to decide on a plane ticket, or a book, or a sweater or whatever thing I'm trying to buy on the internet. Back in the day it wasn't like that at all, was it?

Pencil Shavings.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

I need this cat

A Re-fashioned LBD

Is it called a Peter Pan collar when the collar is embroidered? I wouldn't know, so let's just call it an embroidered collar even though it sounds less sassy. Anyway, that is what I sewed on to a really bland little black dress of mine, and I think it turned out quite pretty!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Look mom, I made a hipster!

I name her Austin, and you can make and name your own hipster girl here! Go on, spend your entire day at work playing dress up! I won't tell.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

a steal

I got a gorgeous brand new pair of Acne flats for close to nothing. Bought them from a lady on the internet, which left me thinking that perhaps that is where to go for decent-priced 2nd hand shopping around these parts. Or perhaps it was a single stroke of luck? We'll see.


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

young spielberg

The first time I heard that Steven Spielberg was counted among the top directors of all time, I kind of remember thinking: Really? Somehow it didn't at all make sense to me that someone who made lighthearted, action-packed blockbusters could be considered a genius on par with gloomy auteurs like Bergman and Kurosawa.
Fortunately, I've grown wiser with age, and while I have yet to work my "cinematically wiser self" systematically through Spielberg's complete oeuvre, I have to say that it's been immensely thrilling to re-watch some of those films I grew up with and watched again and again until the video tape was halfway worn out.

Because, here's what's really lovely: While I do sit there and admire his toying with genre and pat myself on the shoulder for picking up on a reference to some Golden Age classic, I realize I appreciate his movies for much the same reasons I did when I was a kid: I appreciate them because they're movies, capital M movies, the very quintessence of movies (not, by the by, to be confused with film). Movies that strive to put you on the edge of your seat, make your heart beat faster, laugh out loud, go whoa! and yikes! and put a lump in your throat. Movies that ask you to do nothing else but enjoy the moment. No reflection is really needed, because it's all there on the screen, and best of all, it doesn't pretend to be hiding away its meaning anywhere else.
Which is not to say that he's my favorite director of all time, or that I think his movies are the best ones ever made. I'm kind of just fascinated with his genius, is all. His young genius, in particular :O)

Monday, November 7, 2011

my kind of physical setting

I snatched these pictures off of someone's blog the other day, and now I can't remember whose?

Anyway, I found the color, furniture and plant situation most intriguing, thinking to myself that if I were soon to redecorate my domestic surroundings, I'd most certainly let myself inspire by this.

As for the lack of proper crediting, my sincere apologies to whoever shot these pictures as well as the person actually living in this place. As for the latter, I imagine you're a Brazilian architect, mid 70s and perhaps of German descent, living the good life on the affluent outskirts of Sao Paulo.

Or else, you're from L.A? In fact, that might very well be the case too. In either event, let it be known that I dig your style.

scones and ravioli. and store-bought bread.

I baked scones and made homemade ravioli on the weekend. The scones turned out nice and buttery, perhaps thanks to the additional half stick of butter that I added to the recipe (when fearing a mediocre result, add more butter - that's my advice). The raviolis on the other hand, turned out so-so. The ricotta-arugula filling was delish, but the doughy part was, well, much too doughy. 

The good thing about having tried once to make from scratch some of those traditionally store-bought foods is that you figure out which things you should definitely just buy and not waste your time fantasizing about making yourself, and which ones you might as well give another go. Personally, I had totally romanticized cooking my own ravioli, in fact I had kind of imagined stocking up the freezer with all kinds of different homemade pastas with genuinely exciting fillings.

But you know what, it just wasn't worth it. I think I just have to accept that I prefer my ravioli brought home from the store, just like I prefer my bread.

Monday night dinner with cheap spumante

Johan cooked a true feast for dinner, more fit for an over-indulgent Sunday evening than a godforsaken Monday night. Here's what he made: Oven-roasted Guinea fowl with fennel and onions, pan-roasted potatoes to soak up a sauce of white wine, green lentils and beets baked with garlic and balsamic vinegar, and finally, a side of fresh salad, which we were too full to finish.

We tend to joke around this house that we spend some 90% of our disposable income on food. Truth be told, I think it's more like 95%.

Money well spent, I say;O) 

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Mike the Headless Chicken

Some ten years ago, I saw a TV program about poultry that told the story of an American chicken that had rather miraculously survived its own decapitation. For several years it had been feeling fine and dandy, being fed somehow directly through its esophagus.
I've retold that story many a time since, and every single time, it's been met with a scowl or a laugh, eventually leaving me to wonder, if it was all something that I dreamed. But lo and behold, I was just flipping through New York Magazine, and what did I see but a picture of a new Maurizio Cattelan sculpture composed of a taxidermied beheaded chicken, referencing the TRUE story of no-one less than Miracle Mike!

So, all I'm saying is it's true after all. There was indeed a real life chicken who, back in 1945, had his head chopped off and survived for another 18 months, touring the U.S. of A, making a ton of money in the process. Apparently he eventually died in a Phoenix motel because his owner had forgot his cleaning and feeding syringes at the carnival sideshow they had visited the day before. 

Thursday, November 3, 2011

bite size

"Ingrid Fetell, a design writer, focuses on “the aesthetics of joy,” studying why certain things (like small things and sweet things) evoke near-universal delight. “An extreme scale shift, making things very big or very small, forces us to reconsider our own scale,” she said. “That’s the Alice in Wonderland effect.” She cited the giant outdoor ice cream cone and chocolate “Floor Cake” created by the Pop Art sculptor Claes Oldenburg in the 1960s as examples at the other end of the size spectrum. Universally, small things evoke childhood and imply abundance: the sight of six tiny chocolate bars makes us happier than one giant chocolate bar, she said, simply because there are more of them".
- from Small Wonders in the New York Times

monday night

My mamma was here on Monday night, on a quick meeting-at-the-bank-and-catching-up-with-my-kids visit from Stockholm. We had cheese and potato-parsnip soup for dinner and far too much dessert.

winter morning. or late fall, at least.

It's nothing less than insane how dark is it in the morning these days. When I get up a bit past 7, it's pitch dark in the apartment. Insane, I tell you. Just plain insane;O)