For me, there's no better way to spend a weekend morning than curled up under the covers with my cats at my feet, a cappuccino in hand, eating breakfast in bed, and catching up on my reading and correspondence (who still writes letters and has actual penpals? THIS GIRL). I'm savoring these few rare months in Florida when I can have my doors and windows open and put to use my favorite quilts and blankets (all are handmade by my grandmother) without sweating profusely. This morning in bed, I have been browsing through a coffee table book entitled Lartigue's Winter Pictures. The photographer is one of Matt's favorites, and over the past few years he's introduced me to his work through an amazingly telling series of picture books. Jacques Henri Lartigue was a French photographer and artist, most well-known for his medium format photographs of his family and friends running, jumping and being silly on their extravagant vacations — many in the French alps.


The book is also interspersed with excerpts from his journal. I absolutely adore his writing style...why does no one write like this anymore?

"Today I couldn't care less about anything. Everything has been erased inside me and outside me by the dazzle of the sun. I left the little village full of muddy slush and tourists dressed up in their 'valiant mountaineer' costumes and, lunch on my back, I climbed to find the snow near my little chalet of last year, motionless in its desert of light. In the immense silence, as though hanging in the air, it was waiting for me as if all that I had done since the last time had been only an interlude in this paradise." -Lartigue Megève, France February 16, 1933

I'm also a huge fan of the portraits he took of his mistress, Renée Perle, during the early '30s.


Those We Love

I stumbled across the book "Those We Love" in an incredible old bookstore in the sleepy country town of Drexel, NC over a year ago. I finally got around to scanning some of this hilarious (and outrageously sexist) book featuring "portraits" of what the typical wife, "good old dad," and a little boy, amongst others, should be like. This is copyrighted 1960 and the photographs are particularly fantastic. I still am unsure if the book was meant to be clever or if the guy who wrote it was actually just a total doucher and an advocate of these stereotypes. Enjoy - I know I did! "A boy is truth with dirt on its face"...

"A little girl likes tea parties and one boy"...

"Little girls are available in five colors..."

"Mothers are mostly just people with husbands to clean up after, children to love and spank, and houses to turn into homes..."

"Good old dad and his hard-earned paycheck are usually taken for granted, like the foundations of his house..."

Ahh, my personal favorite portrait. "Wives are available in weights from 98 pounds to 200..."

"A wife is a person whose intuition should be ignored..."

Mmm my husband is so smart. How did he fix those curtains? I could have NEVER figured that out myself.

The nuclear family!

All images above are via "Those We Love" by Alan Beck, 1960.

San Francisco

I knew it was going to be a memorable trip when we were immediately greeted with some kick ass (however unintentional) street art at the San Francisco International Airport. Some kid apparently smooshed his oily little face onto some glass in a 180 degree motion. I can't believe how well it translated to photograph!

Golden Gate Bridge.

Golden Gate Park's Conservatory of Flowers had a carnivorous plants exhibit called CHOMP! 2 going on. Here are some of my favorite shots (most courtesy of my boo).

There was also a sweet art exhibit set up at the gift shop within the Conservatory.

While wandering around the Mission District, I was mesmerized by an artist masterly constructing a gigantic advertisement for gin with a paintbrush. We stopped to talk with him for a while, and found out that he aspires to one day be a filmmaker.

Favorite graffiti in town.

The idea of a Banksky piece getting vandalized is kind of hilarious.

Delores Park.

We met up with my college bud Kristen at a cute little coffee joint/bike shop called Mojo Bicycle Cafe! Sooo good to see her.

Whoever is the owner of this arrow gate is should probably be my friend.

I got a t-shirt at Loyal Army on Haight St. that says "Animal Rights Are Never Wrong." My kind of folks :)

I have quite a propensity for used book stores anyway, but Green Apple Books at 6th and Clement St. was INSANE! They had every book that I could have ever imagined wanting, a designated Edward Gorey section (!!!), Charley Harper card games and puzzles, the most ridic greeting card and sticker collection, man...I'm about to go into a cold sweat just thinking about how unfair life is because I don't live near this gem.

We also wandered into a strange (understatement?) combination Japanese mini-mart and crepe shop in Inner Richmond called Genki Crepes. I really regret not getting a crepe because they looked and smelled fantastic. Maybe I was thrown off by the mini-mart's offerings of such delicate delights as pre-packaged "Let's Party" freeze-dried fish and crabs...PARTY TIME MOTHEREFFERS!!!

The epic day was rounded out by one of the best meals of my life at Burma Superstar. We got to hang out with a good friend of Matt's, Mystery Woman Beth (who is totally amazing). In the photo below, I was enjoying my little nook booth (for obvious reasons). If you're ever in San Fran, do yourself a favor and go here, then order the pea shoots, the tofu tower, and have a white sangria. MMMMM MMMMM MMMMM!

I love how every time I visit, I leave with a new list of favorite places. SF never lets me down!


I caught wind of the FOUND Magazine phenomenon in early 2002, about a year after its inception.  The brainchild of an awesome dude named Davy Rothbart, FOUND was created (and still operates) in Ann Arbor, MI. I was living in nearby East Lansing at this time in my life, where I was lucky enough to collaborate on a FOUND Art Exhibition with Davy in 2005. The publication embodies the notion  that  one person's trash is another person's treasure, and consists mostly of pieces of scrap paper with scribbled and scatter-brained lists, lost and forgotten postcards, partially destroyed random photographs, and tragic love (and hilarious hate!) letters. In the past, FOUND  has even revealed the contents of a found mix tape which featured a super bonerjam called "The Booty Don't Stop" (which, Davy's brother, Peter - also known as The Poem Adept - covers live, and on an album that I still listen to). What started as a conceptual under-the-radar zine has, over the past few years, spawned into vast enterprise of what now consists of two magazines (FOUND and Dirty FOUND), a killer website, several books that are now available at Barnes & Noble (and here), and an army of devoted and involved readers and fans.

So for some reason I hadn't check the site in a while and stumbled onto it yesterday, only to discover some of the best photo finds I'd seen in a long time. Awkward kid photos! YES!









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