On a whim I applied for a position based in Bangkok. Why not right? Perks include a full relocation/sponsorship package, and I have some e-comm friends who LOVE living in Thailand just for the fact that one can move into a (nice) 3 bedroom condo/apartment for a mere 400-600 USD.
I would love to live anywhere in Asia for a year; preferably Hong Kong, Shanghai or Tokyo.
I don’t know why I put off reading The Secret History, by Donna Tartt. It’s so good and brings me back to the days autumn in New England: going back to school, the changing leaves, and wearing blazers on a crisp afternoon. Literally I can’t put it down and recommend it to anyone and everyone.
I read on Kindle but prefer a physical book that I can earmark and carry around with me. Turning pages is more cozy and preferable than swiping (in my humble opinion).
These photos are from a few months ago when I visited Salvation Mountain, a giant handmade sculpture that’s in the middle of nowhere in the California desert. I first learned of Salvation Mountain when it was shown in the film Into the Wild, and visiting there had been on my bucket since. It’s incredible and hard to believe that it was all created by hand by one person, Leonard Knight. I was hoping to get the chance to meet him, but sadly he passed away in 2014.
If you appreciate art and design, I highly recommend a trip to Salvation Mountain. To say you’ll leave inspired is an understatement.
Seriously. Prince. So sad. He’s one of those legends that I just thought would live forever. When I was in college and bartending at the Roxy (now Royale) in Boston, Prince was scheduled to play 3 nights in row and I was so excited. Sadly, at the very last minute they moved his shows over to the HOB. Rest in peace you crazy beautiful unicorn.
Spring is in the air and everything is in bloom! Look how pretty things are around here in NYC.
(can you spot the little corgi who was photobombing all my photos?)
I spotted this stenciled typography delight on a someone’s personal (mythical) garage nearby.
I really need this I Have Way More Makeup At Home bag by Pamela Barsky that I spotted online this week. Sums me perfectly haha, and it’s currently sold out.
As much as I’ve tried to avoid SnapChat, the little filters are addicting. And everything is in real-time, so there’s wayyyy less curated bullshit that has become Instagram. On a side note, I can’t believe how long my hair has gotten, wow.
And…I voted this week♥
There’s so much interesting typography to be found in New York City, but my favorite area to spot some really interesting street signs, storefronts and logos is the East Village. This neighborhood has a very artistic, urban, and old New York vibe, and the store owners are all using quirky typefaces for their signage.
I think I might turn this design into a greeting card, or a even party invitation perhaps…stay tuned. For the span of my design career I’ve always wanted to set up a little shop. I think the summer of 2016 is when that will all come to fruition. And as I’ve mentioned over the past year, I’m finally going to start making this blog a more fun, frequently updated site with a more personal touch and a little shop too ♥
All over my instagram feed, LA residents (who I’m so jealous of) are posting tons of these red flowers in full bloom. I have no idea what they’re called, but they’re all over my photo stream from January when I visited.
After we visited Palm Springs last month, we headed out further into the desert. While driving along Highway 111, we begin to notice the most pungent smell ever, and lo and behold the crazy smell was coming from the Salton Sea. I wasn’t looking at a map, so I had no idea we were even near this “sea”. It’s so vacant, boarded-up, and falling apart due to manmade issues that caused a bustling resort town to fade away to literally almost nothing. This place looks feels like a scene from a sci-fi thriller, and I was creeped out more than once. There’s dead fish bones littering the beach, and so much vacant empty space.
There are fish skeletons covering every inch of beach:
I don’t believe in zombies but it would be of no surprise if one roamed this crazy land. Behind this lake was one boarded up hotel and resort after another. After living in NYC for five years, I get extremely uncomfortable in the middle of nowhere (ie: no man’s land). There were no gas stations for miles, no people or other cars for stretches at a time, and cell service was spotty at best. I can see why the desert serves as the backdrop for so many horror films.
And then this are you kidding me insane desert sunset happened on the ride back. Mind = Blown.