Street art on the Upper East Side is a rare sighting. I love this mural by Nick Walker, Penny Farthing Vandal. See it for yourself at 81st and 3rd.
Looking around over the weekend for past tax returns, I found some old guitar picks from my teenage years. The Fender ones are still my favorite, I love the colors and patterns.
Currently missing my morning view in Morocco and planning a trip to a much warmer and sunnier place.
Paris was so great. It was freezing, but great. It truly is a city of artists, cafes, pastry shops and art galleries. There is a grey glow to the Paris sky that is quite beautiful. I spent most of my time in the bohemian neighborhood of Montmartre, which can be compared to the Village in NYC. The cobblestone streets, winding hills and adorable windows caught my breath each morning when I stepped outside for the first time.
When its 100 degrees in New York, it’s 72 in Los Angeles. When its 30 degrees in New York, in Los Angeles it’s still 72. However, there are 6 million interesting people in New York, and only 72 in Los Angeles.
― Neil Simon, playwright
On my morning walk with Jasper this morning, I noticed that virtually no other people were crazy enough to be outdoors, except other dog owners. It’s rare for the streets to feel this empty on a Sunday morning.
My heart goes out to Paris and all those affected by the terrible tragedy at Charlie Hebdo magazine earlier today.
Happy 2015! I spent the holidays in Paris and Morocco, and am brimming with inspiration as a result. There will be more photos and stories on that posted over the next few weeks as I get organized.
Morocco will forever hold a piece of my heart—I’m so in love with and inspired by that beautiful country and hope I get to go back someday.
Current mood: happy + inspired