Because film is always better…

27 01 2010

It has been raining for more than a week, and there are leaves and mud everywhere.  And as I wake up, wrapped in the warmth of the fireplace, I notice the sun finally shinning.  Last night, maybe because of the tea, or maybe the lack of alcohol, I had a dream I can’t remember, but I suddenly feel a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a while.  I look outside, and the world seems huge and full of possibility, I take a breath, feed the dog, make some coffee. Everything is constantly changing, and the calm that surrounds me is deep and quite, and the snow has covered the mountains, and standing here on this beach, I feel strange and surreal, almost like part of a movie whose script I didn’t approve, but one I’m starting to like anyways.

Holga SLR

I’ve been writing more letters, and I am still taking pictures, and if only I could pay more attention when I am making breakfast I would have used less peanut butter and more apples, less milk and more inspiration. I’ve been making decisions, and rethinking my options, and if I could only find someone to share more stories I would have less fighting, more sunny Sundays, less drama, more beers, and less expectations.

Week one down, 51 to go…

11 01 2010

Last year ended wrapped in emergency work, old friends, a new boy, an amazing dinner, a dive bar, and resolutions… This year has just started, and I have barely managed to get through the days. An insane work schedule, wishes of being somewhere else, late night goodbyes soaked in beer, trip planning to spend time together, and Sophie getting horribly sick… But I am taking it all in, the good with the busy, the sweet with the friday night emergency room visits, the distance with the late phone calls, the hangovers with the morning breakfast. And I am sticking to my resolutions, taking more pictures, being a better friend, letting go of fears, exploring my feelings, enjoying the little things. Because in the end, that is what it is all about, the little things, the foreign songs finally translated, the text messages to keep in touch, the emails asking for my advice, the conversations over lunch about relationships, the two year old boy who stole my heart and my cookies, walking through Santa Monica holding hands, the memories that we share, the stories of friends reunited again, the late night pizza, the tears, the constant wishing that he was here for one more day.

I spent time with some amazing people, I got closer to others, and I fell in love with my Polaroid all over again. I shared secrets, ideas, cigarettes, and stories, and I saw myself as a stronger, wiser person, as one that can take on anything, one that understands her limitations, one that constantly fights against them. I opened up to the possibility of uncertainty, and for the first time, slowly eased into it, replacing the anxiety of the unknown with the quite whispers of the sunsets. Breathing in the serenity of not wanting to have it all, right now. Understanding that the process is as necessary as the end result, and enjoying every minute for what it is, without having to ask what will come next.


Friday Wishes

11 12 2009

Because holiday shopping is about to begin…

For Hanukkah…

Wood Menorah



For the instant gratification…




For the colors


For getting the cool Holga look and not having to carry an extra camera




For my collection
The Button




For my living room…




For more time, for less traffic, for more kisses, for less worries, for more sunsets, for less anger, for more sharing, for less expecting, for more sanity, for less medication.

Friday Faves

4 12 2009

DNA TestingDNA TestingDNA TestingDNA Testing

Genetic Analysis, Carrier Status, Disease Risk, Lineage, Updated monthly with new research. Brilliant.


Post Secret
Post Secret Sundays. I’ve seen so many of my secrets here.

Citizen Scholar is a company that focuses on Design and Sustainability. Awesome. I so need to make a “things I need to do” project…


Bad Ones

Photos of the kind that take you somewhere else…

Puerto Rico

3 12 2009

Photographer Elliot Erwitt was 26 when his photographs were featured in a promotional campaign for travel to Puerto Rico. More than 55 years later, he has visited Puerto Rico again. This time, the campaign includes a website,
Puerto Rico
The photos are fascinating. Ewitt has managed to portray  Puerto Rico in a refreshing light, and has included many integral aspects of what makes us who we are. They remind me of home, and it is like I can almost feel the salt from the sea in my hair, the sun beating down on the streets, the humidity in the air, the sound of a night in Old San Juan.

Here you can read the NY Times article.