travel photos france : a quiet cove on giens peninsula

The tiny calanques from a few weeks ago when I stole off to the south with my friend Chloe… On this stone beach, we are a blue sarong and a yellow striped towel. Boulders break our cove into a few chambers for bathers – a bit of shade, some privacy and the illusion of being alone…

travel photos france : porquerolles 2016

We biked across the island as the slow burn of summer descended onto our shoulders in healthy fits of heat. Rolling out of the underbrush over stunning cliffs and magnanimous blue made my heart sweep away into a nostalgia for something I’d never quite known, yet could almost remember.. something about sweating it out above…

travel photos france : porquerolles roll 1 2016

My third annual trip to the golden isle of Porquerolles in southern France along the Cote d’Azur. I call it Godard’s Island because I found it via one of my favorite films – Pierrot Le Fou. I was tromping around southern France with my sister and trying to find the physical location of an image…

short story : dream sequence

On the back of a big horse, I rode through my hometown – magnified and condensed and honeycombed by dream. The horse had no saddle just a rope and halter and I slipped across the warm breadth of his back uncertainly, even as he walked steadfast through the streets. We climbed stairs to a garden,…

short story : midnight wander

The suddenly beautiful night photo courtesy of quentin de briey, taken in paris. I could never describe it accurately which might be why I want to try. Only that my eyes told me my body was too tired, floating before I knew any better. I took the path of least resistance and retreated inside the…

daily life : normandy

A glimpse of a trip to Normandy where I followed around an author and (REAL) blogger who I just adore. More to come on our budding friendship and working relationship… she let me stay at her home in the guest cottage, visit studios and workshops with her and play with her dogs. When I’m out…

daily life paris : shopping

The beginning of working freelance fashion in Paris was a series of shop visits where I got to know the local terrain in terms of what is happening on the level I most enjoy – independent, upcoming and doing things with honesty and joy. Meet my favorites so far: Atelier Couronnes Mimilamour: Cafe Smorgas &…

short story : italian women in pietrasanta

In Pietrasanta, where even the skate park is made of marble. It’s overcast which seems to make the statues come to life in an extra gradient of dimension. The immense heads lying bereft in the square. The broken angels in a tarnished blue look lifted from the sea floor. I sit in a cafe on…

poetry : children , italian coast

I realize N’s little naked body is too much for the sun chairs where we’re camped out once we come back from the sea. Although I must say their two little sand-covered bodies following me back to the shade – I’ve almost never loved them more. They look like childhood in these moments. Wild and unfettered. Like…

daily life : paris berbere

I’ve been watching this collection grow on Instagram and swooning over the colors, textures and patterns. I truly can’t decide if I love the brights or the neutrals better. Each rug is handmade from Morocco, by Berbere women using ancient techniques. The woven and knotted wool are distinct for asymmetry and creative liberty in design….