bonebikebird

2011-12-17T08:44:00.000-08:00

Dear friends,

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2011-12-08T17:17:00.000-08:00

2011-12-05T10:19:00.000-08:00

November 16, 2011
8:35 am

On my way to a photo shoot on Shelter Island,

I absent mindedly missed the turn-off to the ferry
and found myself at Long Beach.

2011-12-02T04:35:00.000-08:00

The view from outside my new painting studio: chicken coop and hoop house at Roger's farm in Watermill, NY. Early evening with moon high in sky.

My studio is an old converted chicken coop itself, with exposed everything and Southern light. It is, in fact, the same building where my father started his woodworking business 30 years ago, though found by fortuitous independent circumstances in late August.

Meant to be or simply luck? Either way I'm over the moon to be here!

2011-12-01T17:04:00.000-08:00

1. While shopping at Saks for a Pantone color project for recently, I came across the nail varnish color Péridot at the Chanel counter. Immediate obsession stemming from fantasy hybrid tin man/sexy alien costume I dreamed up a few years back, piggy backed by intense feeling for the mineral Pyrite as of late. Go figure. Sounds complicated, but it all adds up to awesome.

2. Pyrite/Lucite cuff found on same shopping mission at aforementioned antique dealers Robert E. Kinneman & Brian A. Ramaekers Inc. in Bridgehampton, NY. My hometown BTW.

3. Pyrite encrusted Ammonite.

I have no idea why this proclivity towards the "fools gold" has taken hold of my visual senses though I've done some research regarding the subject and have come across a few sources linking the mineral to sensitivity, intuition, and logic. A clear precision, juxtaposed with random order, illustrated by the delicate architectural forms of the stone, joined as if tossed together haphazardly. It is believed if one meditates with the stone, ideas (intuition, creativity, random connection) are more likely born on a physical plane (logic, precision, order).

hmmm... !!!

2011-11-28T17:50:00.000-08:00

Lucite jewelry at Robert E. Kinneman & Brian A. Ramaekers Inc. Antiques. Bridgehampton, NY.

2011-11-21T07:25:00.000-08:00

1. fuckyeahalters
2. Shot I took of the entrance of the Fred French building at 551 5th Ave. Gorgeously ornate example of the Art Deco influence.

2011-10-27T09:46:00.000-07:00

2011-10-21T12:54:00.000-07:00

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2011-10-15T18:24:00.000-07:00

2011-09-27T12:52:00.000-07:00

Ooh ah. So fresh and so clean. Perfect for today. This picture exemplifies the simple harmony that I am willing my apartment to metamorphosize (perhaps not a word...) into. It (the apartment that is) is slowly and surely taking on a life of its own that makes me smile, on the inside. Burn baby, burn.

2011-09-23T07:14:00.000-07:00

2011-09-23T07:07:00.000-07:00

The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.

-African Proverb

2011-09-22T13:33:00.001-07:00

If, perchance, I find myself holed up here this winter, with a few good books, a few good friends, and a pair of warm slippers, I would not be disappointed.

2011-09-20T14:16:00.000-07:00

Just found these Grid Vases by Jaime Hayon and they have instantly become objects of DESIRE. They also remind me of a recently acquired Knoll Bertoia chair (thrift shop for $15. SCORE.) that I fall hard for every time I see it casually pulled up to my 1920's German deco desk. Photos coming of aforementioned situation not so soon.

2011-09-20T10:17:00.000-07:00

Blown apart Bug. Wowza, love this!
Artist: Damien Ortega

2011-09-19T16:02:00.000-07:00

I molded a mound of moss over the weekend.
Et Voila!
a petite garden of green.

2011-09-16T13:36:00.000-07:00

MOJO: a magic charm or spell.

2011-09-16T13:32:00.000-07:00

photo by Helen Brandt

2011-09-16T13:26:00.000-07:00

Enduring crush. You will be mine.

2011-09-15T12:54:00.000-07:00

This jacket doesn't actually exist... but I wish it did! Digital photo stills superimposed on parkas. HERE.

2011-09-15T12:51:00.000-07:00

2011-08-16T09:07:00.000-07:00

2011-08-12T13:36:00.000-07:00

What an incredible collection of titles and colors, perhaps what one might find decorating the bookshelves of Wes Anderson's abode... or mine for that matter. Why of course, why wouldn't Farm Animals be shelved next to Wild Animals in the red section, and Butterflies next to Aircraft in the blue ? When I witness this sort of logic, my faith in the genius of humanity feels all minty fresh and sparkly clean.

2011-08-03T07:15:00.001-07:00

Today is a day for the blues: Muddy Waters and Nina Simone are on a lazy spin through the aural dominion of my new abode. Slow cold drip coffee is seducing the frontal lobe of my brain with visions of varying shades of cerulean, thalo, and cobalt. A dive into a deep and frigidly cold body of water is impending. Too bad there are no waterfalls in the near vicinity. Today would be a day for waterfalls if there were any close by. If you have one to splash in, I suggest you do, today.

2011-07-27T10:35:00.000-07:00

A few recent gems.

Fresh Fruit

2011-07-27T09:21:00.000-07:00

Sometimes it seems that life's upheavals are relentless, and the odds and ends of existence keep scattering to the wind. Then, one day, you start to notice a pattern, a coalescing of sorts, a quickening of the nest, and it dawns on you in a very real way that without the disintegration inherent in Chaos there would be no room for what comes next. New life needs space to breathe. The challenge comes in letting the space BE.

I started painting last weekend and am in love. This is the first of many to come. A Bosc.

2011-06-28T16:00:00.001-07:00

I am always delighted when I happen upon people who find the delicacy and balance of skeletons to be as fascinating as I do - This Japanese artist and former fisherman, Lori Tomita's dye injected specimens reveal in lurid detail the beautiful intricacy of organic structure. Pink never looked so swimmingly scientific !

2011-06-25T10:31:00.001-07:00

2011-06-25T07:46:00.000-07:00

This Saturday morning has been surprisingly wonderful. The wonder can be attributed to two things: 1. a funny little yard sale I stopped at on the way to work, where I found a blue penguin print polo shirt from the 50's that is just my size for $1, Oh joy! and 2. the farmers market across the street from my office that is only open on Saturday's. In this farmer's market I discovered some extremely luscious vegetables, and some delicious farmers. With all this attractive freshness I've been inspired to do a post on farmer's market food and fashion, but this will have to wait till next weekend as I forgot my camera today.

On the topic of Pink I would like to express my regard for the genius of Nars, in particular, the nail varnish color Bohemia. This is a new/old discovery for me, because, though I've been using this color on my fingers for a couple of years already, i have just discovered that if put on the toes and weathered for a week or two in the sand and the sun and whatever else one does with one's feet to get them a bit roughed up, then the varnish starts to fade and wear a bit thin and the most gorgeous patina comes through! Matte opalescence is proving to be far more stimulating to my consciousness than ever imagined. Life's private delights are all in the details, really.

There is one more secret summer delight that I'd like to share with you. It's called the Tate's Iced Latte. Here's the breakdown. It's an iced latte, but... they steam and froth the milk before pouring it over the ice so it's a wee bit warm and foamy and a way bit delicioso. The other part that makes my day, is that Tate's only offers one size. And it's a size large. Not having a choice in the matter is almost as refreshing as that first sip.

2011-06-23T06:40:00.000-07:00

DAILY AFFLICTION: The agony of being connected to everything in the universe.
Andrew Boyd

I happened upon this little treasure of a book last night while roaming the wild streets of Sag Harbor with the one and only Rachael Faraone, world's greatest perspectifier, self proclaimed flaming clown, and talented legal jargon orater. Anyhoo, this book is rocking my world, mostly because I've never heard my particular brand of ironic sincerity so aptly described and justified. Today I am sharing a particularly poignant passage with you, dear purveyors of brilliance. I do hope you enjoy.

DEEPENING THE CRISIS

If you're going through hell, keep going.
-Winston Churchill

Meaningful personal growth rarely occurs without anguish, crisis, and loss. Maybe you're in a dead-end relationship or haven't come out to your parents. Or maybe you've got a secure job but always wanted to make it on your own. You need to change your life. But you're not going to make a move till things get a lot worse. In such a state, the only way forward is deeper into crisis.

Pushing yourself deeper into crisis is never easy. After all, it's only natural to resist permanent damage to your identity. But if you can bludgeon your resistance into submission, you can reach the point of no return. Past this point, you are fully committed to the crisis. With no way back, your once-idle doubts and speculations must crystallize into desperate convictions. With your consciousness polarized into a brawl of warring factions, your choices will at last lie clearly and unforgivingly before you.

The deeper my crisis, the clearer my choices.

2011-06-22T09:58:00.000-07:00

The Herman Miller Aeron chair was generously given to me as a gift a few years back.  Bulky and techy looking, it was slow to grow on me...  i believe I compared it's transformer like appendages to those of a tarantula. I  gave it back to the gift giver at one point, claiming it did not resonate with my naturally spare aesthetic.   A few months later, my behind at odds with a naturally spare and agonizingly uncomfortable sorry excuse for a chair, I surreptitiously reclaimed The Aeron.  It is clear to me now, there is more here than meets the eye.

I apologize to you, Aeron Chair, for ever doubting your taught techiness and arachnic functionality.  My physiology would like to thank you for standing by and never judging the fickle tendencies an ever evolving aesthetic Goldilocks.  A parting thought though: perhaps Mr. Miller, you would consider offering a florid pinkish version of The Aeron chair to the masses.  It could be the Pepto Bismol of designer office chairs.  Nothing like a little chemical colored sugar to help the medicine go down.  (Said with only the slightest hint of irony.)

2011-06-21T08:43:00.000-07:00

I'm honored to have been a recent contributor to dear friend, Max Wastler's "Things My Father Taught Me" series. Read the full article here on All Plaidout.

My father, Michael P. Reilly.

2011-06-21T08:23:00.000-07:00

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know. Groucho Marx

Photo and color code by moi.

2011-06-17T10:55:00.001-07:00

I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in
primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink.
I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that
tomorrow is another day, and...I believe in miracles. Audrey Hepburn

2011-06-15T08:12:00.000-07:00

I'm back in action.

Sorry for the long hiatus, life reorganization took priority for a bit. Feeling strong now though, and starting us back out with this money honey.

Does summer fab get better than this?

Um... NO.

Take heed.

2011-03-23T12:36:00.000-07:00

"Sometimes it takes me 10 years to own something. It's like love. You want to let things grow on you."

Garance Doré

2011-03-21T08:32:00.001-07:00

QUIPUS
CONCRETE COUCH
FEATHERS
SHEILA HICKS

2011-03-16T08:02:00.000-07:00

As spring starts its slow bleed, an air of frisking out and freshening up is sweeping through the nether regions of my realm. This metaphorical refresh has somehow found it's way into the deep recesses of... my hard drive. I rediscovered these photos yesterday while in the midst of a this spring cleaning i.e. digital organizational bonanza. I took them a while back of my Wee Abode in the forest at the request of the lovelies over at Design Sponge. While I was surprised and honored to have been asked to showcase my home for their blog, I never had the heart to send them, even at repeated reminders. I've been told I hold things dear to me at too precious a distance and perhaps it's true. There is something very personal and revealing about the space one inhabits on a day to day basis. Well, enough time has passed, I've rearranged my apartment a million and one ways since these photos were taken, (quite literally- I have a minor obsession with rearranging that, while exasperating to others, makes me purr with delight) and it's high time to let these air. xoxo!

2011-02-20T19:35:00.000-08:00

Princess Moonrider takes a stroll in the park with Pretty Bird.
S. Reilly

2011-02-11T20:05:00.000-08:00

Random ramblings on poached eggs here. >>

2011-02-10T14:23:00.000-08:00

sittin' 'round in my abstract car
this abstract thing goin' abstract far

such a vivrant thing
vivrant thing, a vivrant thing

-Q Tip

Kablamitty Blam
S. Reilly

2011-01-21T10:37:00.000-08:00

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it, charge it, point it, zoom it, press it, snap it, work it, quick - erase it, write it, cut it, paste it, save it, load it, check it, quick - rewrite it, plug it, play it, burn it, rip it, drag and drop it, zip - unzip it, lock it, fill it, call it, find it, view it, code it, jam - unlock it, surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it, cross it, crack it, switch - update it, name it, rate it, tune it, print it, scan it, send it, fax - rename it, touch it, bring it, Pay it, watch it, turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Technologic. Daft Punk.

2011-01-08T15:10:00.000-08:00

Have gone underground in order to get an immense amount of work done... will be back soon.

2010-12-31T09:08:00.001-08:00

dear fellow young ones

mythologize
don't pathologize

give it up for the epic journey
to flinging yourself at this brick wall
again and again
until your bruises are beautiful

much love
!!!

Last image is by old friend and talented conduit, Matthu Stull.

2010-12-29T20:01:00.000-08:00

“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”

— Ira Glass

2010-12-18T08:12:00.000-08:00

btw: these fully lined uber soft bamboo fleece MOONSHELLS
from my line play are on sale HERE. type in super secret code
playallday at check out and get a sweet 50% off.

2010-12-18T07:40:00.001-08:00

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2010-12-04T10:24:00.000-08:00

The light in LA is marvelously saturated and creamy. I was able to get over to the Getty yesterday and took these shots. (more to follow)

2010-12-01T21:08:00.000-08:00

I need to get better at documenting where I get these images from...
anyhoo, a few from the archives. The top one's of my very own rust collection.
Small, but extremely well edited. It's all about quality, not quantity.
Only the best will do.

2010-11-30T10:19:00.000-08:00

2010-11-29T07:18:00.000-08:00

2010-11-28T09:34:00.000-08:00

You may have noticed a schizoish comings and goings of assorted videos and images on bonebikebird lately. I have decided to keep all video and audio content on my new and more casual tumblr blog, serving as a repository for news, views, random ideas, thoughts, obsessions and expressions. This page will remain the main go to for my photography, image musings, color collections and inspired outbursts. Both remain a work in progress which is really the beauty of this medium to begin with, right!?

2010-11-28T08:40:00.000-08:00

2010-11-20T16:22:00.000-08:00

Robert Mapplethorpe
Patti Smith (Horses)
1975

2010-11-20T16:13:00.000-08:00

Edward Steichen, Equestrienne, 1930.

2010-11-19T04:55:00.000-08:00

2010-11-18T08:53:00.000-08:00

Edward Steichen, Gallant Fox, Long Island, New York, 1930.

2010-11-17T07:42:00.000-08:00

S. R. Reilly, horse 1. 2008.

2010-11-13T19:00:00.000-08:00

The last scud of day holds back for me,

It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under you boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

-Walt Whitman

2010-11-09T21:08:00.001-08:00

I have been feeling the beauty of this season very intensely lately. Perhaps it is my new found exploring freedom, a freedom which is, in fact, tailor made for searching out moods and colors. Perhaps it's the rich nostalgic shades of autumn, my favorite season, as faded greens turn lusty gold and reds burn bright and vivid. There is a stillness in the air, a stillness that can be described as all at once frenetic and deeply patient.

The photos above are of the Hendrickson's property in Bridgehampton. Hendrickson's Bike Repair has long since been shut down, but back in the day when we were but wee ones, my mother used to bring us here to get our bikes fixed.

2010-11-09T07:07:00.000-08:00

So the picture quality here is not very good, but I think the expression on Breuer's face as he eyes his disheveled devotees makes up for it. What I wouldn't give to be a part of that line up. Erich Consemüller, Marcel Breuer accompanied by his "harem" (l-r: Martha Erps, Katt Both, Ruth Hollos). 1927

2010-11-06T08:23:00.000-07:00

2010-11-02T18:46:00.000-07:00

While bopping around West Soho this past weekend shopping for my new and awesome job I stumbled upon a little shop called Palmer Trading Company. All at once familiar and homey feeling, this tiny store packs the best of the best of old and new urban woodsman gear, vintage accessories, furniture and carefully edited ephemera. I for one love me some urban woodsman style, all the more if it doesn't come straight off a J. Crew rack and immediately fell for a leather duffel made by PTC's very own Uncle Herb in Western Massachusetts. PTC's eponymous accessories brand stands out in the store as beautifully made, reasonably priced and made with pride right here in good 'ole New England. I'll let Palmer Trading Company's blog do the rest of the talking. Thank you David for your gracious hospitality and my apologies to Shorty, whom I buried in bags before realizing you were, um... very much alive.

Palmer Trading Company . 137 Sullivan Street . New York, NY 10012 . 347. 429. 4342

2010-10-28T21:04:00.000-07:00

The Zeit is getting Geisty.

2010-10-26T18:29:00.000-07:00

I stopped by one of my favorite haunts in the Hamptons today Robert E. Kinneman & Brian A. Ramaekers Inc. Antiques and was so delighted by their Halloween themed window display that it was imperative I go on an over caffeinated shooting spree. Shooting photos that is... The window is shown here in bits and pieces. How cleverly morbid and humorous Robert and Brian's elegant curative sensibility is! Don't you agree? I'm always taken with the ever changing cast of curiosities they uncover and present so enticingly. I've also included a few shots from inside the store, my favorites from their assortment at the moment. The last one's for you Poon. I'm thinking kitty is giving Jokey Feet a run for his money.

Robert E. Kinnaman & Brian A. Ramaekers Inc.

2466 Main Street

Bridgehampton, New York

631.537.3838

2010-10-25T08:32:00.000-07:00

"Just coming around the roads, some place,
and having the sensation of a piece of it, a piece of nature,
like a fence, something on the road.
...And I really get very elated by again looking,
by again seeing that the sky is blue,
that the grass is green."

Willem de Kooning

2010-10-21T07:08:00.000-07:00

Sarah Reilly Synapsis, 2009
Unknown
Edward Weston Artichoke, halved, 1930

2010-10-20T20:44:00.000-07:00

Fly High

2010-10-19T07:15:00.000-07:00

Cy Twombly

155 Untitled, 1967

148 Untitled, 1966

150 Untitled, 1970

2010-10-15T04:35:00.000-07:00

Edward Steichen

Fabric designs for Stehli Silks

The Wandering Thread, 1927

Matches and Match Boxes, 1926

Thumbtacks, 1926-1927

2010-10-14T09:33:00.000-07:00

Keith Haring

Charles Dolfi-Michels

Annie Leibovitz

Tseng Kwong Chi

2010-10-13T20:59:00.000-07:00

The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness.
Only when there is stillness in movement can
the spiritual rhythm appear which pervades
heaven and earth.

-Ts'ai-Ken T'an,
in Fritjof Capra, The Tao of Physics

2010-10-13T02:35:00.000-07:00

2010-10-13T02:07:00.000-07:00

2010-10-08T19:52:00.000-07:00

rougeish curiosities from my closet:

vintage underwriters laboratories lamp
vintage L.L. Bean blanket
vintage Woolrich jacket
found bits and bobs

2010-09-23T16:28:00.000-07:00

HUES OF BLUES

Clockwise from top:

Mary Sibande

via HAND/EYE Magazine

Mood Indigo - Nina Simone

2010-09-21T21:02:00.001-07:00

9.23.2010 - Fall equinox and Full moon.

The light is pregnant with reflection.

A soft and sordid perfume hints the air.

Change is here, thick and dark as molasses.

Makes a girl want to hoot and holler and get real sticky.

We were hiding, and apparently very safe.

The vantage point from the perch was strange and glorious.

Everything seemed so far away and framed.

And yes, a bit cold and cruel at times, looking down from our perch.

The shedding was imminent but the process was ooeeee slow.

Painful really, coming in fits and spurts and all sorts of heel dragging upheaval.

Cocooned away like that in our box it couldn’t have been any easier.

Turns out the time has come to git down from this high up place.

But now we’re making honey money.

Sweet.

Photographs by Rainer Wengel.

2010-09-20T10:35:00.000-07:00

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don't know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.

—D. H. Lawrence

care of Eve Elliot

2010-09-12T19:31:00.000-07:00

Brimfield MA. 9/7/2010 – 9/9/2010

I lost myself wandering among the tents, sorting through copious mounds of vintage clothing, filing through rows of salvaged steel components, sidling among rows of train station benches, staring longingly at the perfect Danish industrial fixtures, and reveling in the chaotic wonder of it all.

Purchases:

Buck skull: (soaking in peroxide outside my front door.)

Guitar: (missing 2 strings, smells like old lady perfume.)

1930’s safety glasses: (at the opticians for some lens love.)

Bear skin winter hat: (pretty much perfect. bring it WINTER.)

Vintage silk slip: (can one ever have enough delicate silky things? i think not.)

Underwriters Laboratories portable lamp: (geek style illumination.)

Vintage L.L. Bean Blanket: (like I said, bring it.)

2010-09-11T04:52:00.000-07:00

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2010-09-09T19:58:00.000-07:00

Brimfield, MA.
9/8/2010

2010-08-24T12:20:00.000-07:00

Christine Wexler
Bramasole Photography

2010-08-23T15:53:00.000-07:00

LAST THINGS LAST
THE MANIFESTO

Thomas Edison said "Genius is one percent inspiration and
ninety-nine percent perspiration." Without the one percent of
inspiration, all the perspiration in the world is only a bucket of sweat.

Design is better than fine art.
Designers are self-centered, but at least they know it.
Design must be playful, but is to be considered seriously.
Work hard, play hard, do both at the same time.
Designers dispose and propose.
Design should be strategically thoughtful.

Never just do it, sometimes just do it, do it quick, do it right.
Never feel comfortable. Take risks. Produce original work.
The world is only black and white, there are no greys.
Burn your idols on a stick, and all your work while you're at it.

Fuck design, let's dance.
Yes, go ahead, take the last cookie.

-The Manifest Project.

Sinnerman - Remixed by Felix Da Housecat

2010-08-18T10:57:00.000-07:00

Lissie - Stranger

2010-08-11T09:33:00.000-07:00

I made these bracelets last week and I think they're the C O O L E S T. Full stop... on second thought my ipad eclipses all other things I own as number one THING. I am still, after a few weeks of ownership, completely blown away by what this sleek little sucker can do. This genus of Macintosh hardware will change the way we interact with the world in ways we can't even comprehend at the moment. The future is wide open in the app arena, I believe we've only seen the tip of the iceberg here. I love being able to access my Dwell and Wallpaper without having to go anywhere or do anything, love scribbling notes on Penultimate and sending to my loved ones as digital emails, love the NPR app because I can choose what news to listen to. Reading on the ipad is also quite enjoyable and can be done in the dark because the screen is back lit. Vogue needs to get on board here. Also, can someone design a decent looking and functioning calendar?

Moleskin get on that... paper is (almost) passe.

2010-07-29T12:11:00.000-07:00

Images from "Beyond: Visions of our solar system."
Currently on exhibition at the National Air and Space Museum.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/29/arts/design/29museum.html?_r=1&ref=arts
From top to bottom:
Neptune and it's moon Triton, Uranus, Mars

The only thing I actually remember from 2nd grade (besides Marcus, the boy who would pull my ponytail while I wasn't looking and then pretend it wasn't him) was a special report we did on the planets. My planet was Neptune, named after the Roman god of the sea, with little moon Triton always by it's side.

2010-07-22T10:29:00.000-07:00

A few days ago I finished my tinysaur. It took some serious tweezer action and some badass miniature model glue but I'm completely taken with the results. Everytime I see it on the windowsill I get a oooooooh LA LA LOVE feeling. Yes, I'm in love with my miniature paper dinosaur skeleton, and what's even better? He only eats microbial dust particles so I don't have to worry about feeding him. Oh yeah.

Other things that are notable and just plain rock my world:

The new Yeasayer album. How did I miss this when it was released back in February? I was totally smitten with 2080 and Sunrise off their debut album and now am equally head over heals with O.N.E. on their new album Odd Blood. I can't get enough of it!! It's playing on repeat until I get sick of it.

Play, my minimal and eco friendly (hate that phrase but it's better than eco chic, seriously all of these eco words will be irrelevant as soon as we realize that sustainable production is the only way to go) was written up by Daily Candy last Friday, a true testament to the power of well done PR. The response has been overwhelming to say the least. Thank you Daily Candy!

2010-07-13T08:04:00.000-07:00

Roman & Williams from The Scout on Vimeo.

I am totally obsessed with this couple.

2010-07-13T07:37:00.000-07:00

HELMUT NEWTON.

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