i loathe january. this coming from a capricorn. a winter baby that longs for the southern hemisphere. if not for the delicate 'snow willow' that will arrive next week for a photoshoot i might very well despair.

and then there is my handsome lil 'snow bunny' who is trudging through the
muck with me, while we look toward spring.

enough about winter already. i'm tired of it too. back to work.
have a lovely ~xx1. thungberg spirea 2. give me shelter 3. read 



following an introspective and restful weekend, i'm back at it, setting my sights high, especially after stumbling unexpectedly on some amazing imagery this morning via tt/bloom.

wild innocence ~ {a feast for the eyes}

for more of these arresting images spend some time with vee speers

her portfolio is exquisite.

and a bit of a misty monday and that voice / /




i'm holed up in my cozy lair at work on the blog redesign and some intense photo editing. in the process of pulling my hair out as i try to make sense of the overwhelming visual content amassed in the past year and finding a way to pull it all together in a cohesive, appealing and lovely way -- i unearthed this arrangement {one of my favs}. It sat at the center of our thanksgiving table back in november. what more can one ask for but family, food and some beautiful flowers ?

{well a goddamn programmer for one!}

but as i reflect on that day, there was plenty.

and it was enough.

{when we moved into our new apartment last june we asked the former tenant to leave the chalkboard painted wall in our dining room. we also left her drawing of the horse with the star above it's head. our good luck charm and i just didn't have the heart to erase it. }

{the amazing amaryllis took 3 days to pop open but were so worth it. try to remember this if you are planning to use them for ' a day of ' event.} 




vincent van gogh, once said, there is no blue without yellow and without orange. i try to remember this on this cold, damp, bleak, january day. my dashed hope of a mid-winter retreat in the warmth of the sun has been replaced with more immediate responsibilities of puppy rearing, the business of CocoRosie and taking stock in where i find myself at this moment, in this chapter of my life. it would be too easy to run to the sun, to escape the cold and them lonesome blues, but sometimes what you need to keep you focused and on course is what is right in front of you. it may not come in the form of a two piece bikini (wishful thinking} or a pina colada on paradise island but the rewards for sticking to it and braving the stormy weather are sure to be worth it {at least i hope so}. i will do my best to find my sun, here, for now, whatever my disposition.

hang in there my friends if you're feeling it too. 
we are over the hump after all. 


scarlett johannson as buster keaton -- Tim Walker for W magazine -- June 2011




drum roll please... i'd like to introduce you to Silas Benjamin Robespierre, who found his way into our hearts and home in the month of december. i know it's a ridiculously long name but i really felt that he deserved to have one. the BF and i have been frequently referring to him as our {rabbit} -- he does this all leg and and funky paw dance move that sends us into uncontrollable fits of laughter. also affectionately known as {mon frere} Silas has had us on the pee and poop run through the night and the rest of the time we exist in a waking walking puppy haze. despite the sleep deprivation and all the bullshit they tell you about in those puppy training books {don't believe everything you read} he has been a JOY to behold. i mean just look at him. he's kind of amazing.

Since his arrival in mid-december at eight weeks old, each week he reveals more about his wonderful personality and we continue to learn more about ourselves for better or worse. 
we are also beginning to feel more and more confident that we are not totally fucking this up. so i hope to share many more puppy adventures and will try and refrain from becoming an overly obsessed and annoying doggie mama. 

happy weekend to you~


...the past becomes dreamy because its symbols have all vanished, and the present too is dreamy because it is linked with no memories. ~george eliot




so here we are on the third day of the first month of the two thousand and twelfth year. as i reflect upon the last of 2011 and the new year ahead i realize i've never been one for resolutions but i do believe strongly in the power of intention; and that is what i've chosen to focus on, however blurry sometimes, in that split second, as the shutter closes fast, i just don't want to miss what's there. it is what i hope will assist me in taking greater control of my life, my relationships, my work and in transforming my fears and doubts to a bright ray of hope and possibility ultimately taking the shape of positive actions and results. of course, i hope to do all of this with dignity, grace and a wicked sense of humor. so please wish me luck {i'm going to need it}.

i've decided to start with some of the deadwood, the kind i've spent years collecting in the shadow of the aubergine sky, at dusk off the long island sound or along the naked white sands of the cape. the weight that has followed me beyond the coast into the shores of my mind. i hope to walk through each day a little less unencumbered and remain hopeful that if i stick to my guns i'll find what it is that works for me.

You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.  And there are things to be considered . . .

Where are you living?
What are you doing? 
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.

And do not look outside yourself for the leader.

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a good time!"
There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly. 
Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate.  At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt. 

The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from you attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. 
We are the ones we've been waiting for.

~Hopi elder
Hopi Nation

Oraibi, Arizona

{i love this poem}

pardon my indulgence. i've had a somewhat delayed melancholic reaction to the holiday season and well sometimes thy cup runneth over, if you know what i mean.

anyway, thanks for listening. time to get busy, i have to CocoRosie a fancy soiree and this involves dressing a mantel. so very thankful the parties never end !




we always begin again. { thank you jake ❤ }

Listen, I don't care what you say about my race, creed, or religion, Fatty, but don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset, and I'm limp, by God. Anything. Peter Pan. Even before the curtain goes up at Peter Pan I'm a goddamn puddle of tears. ~jd salinger {born in nyc on new years day 1919}

// xx

this time last year i liked the odds. i'm thinking even stevens this time around.