in an earlier iteration of this space, I used to share Polyvore sets regularly. to me, they’re like an associative daydream conjured by an image, song, or scent. they’re a mood. I love ’em.
I’m going to recycle the old sets here, and then start creating new ones.
beets! lately I have been into beets. shaved some raw chioggias into a salad with kale, dried fruit + nuts, crumbled sharp cheddar & a mustardy vinaigrette. a wintry assemblage–sharp, rich and jewel-toned.
Didion has always been both an artist and a muse. I admit that I, too, have wistfully admired her elegant little packing list.
when I lived in New York years ago, and was young and sylphlike, I wore jersey sweatshirts, a-line skirts and flats almost exclusively, and tromped about the respective Villages even though I lived in Harlem.
when I moved to New York, not from it, my sister gave me a copy of this brilliant essay. it is perfect, applicable to both falling in and out of love with a city.
Didion is a master of writing on the self, about the things we know, the observable and observed, and the things we can only feel.
I wrote more in New York. I wrote about the sun & air on a certain day, a certain street. about eating bagels on stoops, funny old philosophers wandering the Columbia campus, pizza and fruit stands.
I wrote about how by exploring a bright, odorous, loud, difficult, beautiful, ugly, exciting city, I was exploring the self.
I am roasting sweet potatoes, rainbow chard, tomatoes and broccolini until charred and caramelized, smoky and sweet. Plenty of salt and olive oil are really all you need when roasting, but a splash of vinegar brings out the fudgy richness of the sweet potatoes. Some fresh herbs and chile flakes would do well, too.
I am watching Twin Peaks–what a bizarre vision–and I’ve been inspired by the early ’90s aesthetic and the surreal Northwestern backwoods to start dressing like some chain-smoking, pink-haired grandma. You know the type. Chunky, oversized knit cardigans, black tights, boots, silk scarves.
Oh and I’ve become obsessed with this gorgeous balm, Olio e Osso. She comes in all sorts of sheer, pretty shades and her design has been masterminded by a mad Francophile typographer. The website is also (quelle surprise!) elegant & charming.