I had an emotionally trying day, so let’s turn to the profound depths of the endless internet to drown my troubles.
Thankfully, after two weeks of fairly few links, I stumbled this week across a lot of interesting things (hope you’ll agree!) Continue reading “Friday Links 6/23: The Drought is Over”
(Don’t Laught at Me)
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you’ll know that one of my passions is for perfume. To the extent that I hope to follow a career in flavor and fragrance chemistry. This really got triggered sometime around 8th or 9th grade, when I bought what I think of as my first ‘perfumista’ fragrance- L’Air de Rien, by Miller Harris. L’Air de Rien isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, as it combines musk, patchouli, vanilla, oaks, and orange blossom to get a scent that ultimately feels very sexy and ‘lived in’ (or like a cupcake in a stable, if you’re my mum).
Apparently in 2006, Jane Birkin commissioned Miller Harris to create a perfume smelling “a little of my brother’s hair, my father’s pipe, floor polish, empty chest of drawers, old forgotten houses.”
I’ve never smelled Jane Birkin’s brother’s hair, but I think MH was pretty much on target.
And then my interest in perfume really kicked into high gear in 10th grade, when I started swapping samples.
So that’s the not very necessary backstory, which was really more just an excuse to reminisce over the start of my long-enduring marriage to L’Air de Rien (sorry!). But even if that’s really what I think of as the event that initiated me into perfumista-hood, that doesn’t mean I never wore perfume before hand. Because I did. And I’m not too proud to remember. Continue reading “Pre-Perfumista Fragrances”
I’m absolutely exhausted this evening so I’m going to take advantage of someone else’s hard work and bring you the imaginitive art of Jamie Wyeth- in particular a series of paintings in which he personified the seven deadly sins as especially sinful seagulls.
Read more about the cycle of paintings here. Continue reading “The Seven Deadly Seagulls”
The last few Fashion Weeks, the political became… fashionable? Mostly as exemplified by an army of models in slogan tees. At Dior, Maria Grazia Chiuri sent women out dresses in a uniform of navy and midnight colors, French military-style leather berets, and t-shirts stating ‘WE SHOULD ALL BE FEMINISTS” (caps the decision of the t-shirt designer, not my own). Parable Gurung created a line of tees with slogans like “The future is female” and “Nevertheless she persisted” (I love you Elizabeth Warren) among them. Continue reading “There is no T in Feminism”
Happy Father’s Day to all of the dad, dads-to-be, grandfathers, role models, and other guardian-types of the masculine persuasion!
And a very much more specific bucket o’ love to my own cher papa.
There was a change of plans and we went to VO2, a vegan cafe attached to a yoga studio in Cambridge. I know, right?
But it was delicious (I got the North End (minus the olive tapenade)). Continue reading “Who’s Your Daddy?”
Sometimes I run low on books and go overboard with hold requests the next time I’m on the library’s website. This was one of those times.
But after the relative famine of lean book times, when three books in sequence weren’t what I wanted, searching for new material on the library is such a simple happiness. There are so many options and then within a week you have a comparative feast, a two foot high pile of books on the desk in your room.
I’ve already finished the first of this hall- Diana Athill’s Somewhere Towards the End. Very much recommended.
Obviously I won’t be going into details about these, because I haven’t read them yet! They’re still mysteries to me. It’s always kind of exciting, every time you have a new book to read. You never know when you’re going to find a new favorite, or an author you have to learn more about.
- The Lady Vanishes, Ethel Lina White
- Ripley Under Ground, Patricia Highsmith
- The Day of the Jackal, Frederick Forsyth
- The Unmade Bed, Francoise Sagan
- Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West, Daniel Ladinsky
- The Song of the Lark, Willa Cather
- Innocents Abroad and Roughing It, Mark Twain
- Books for Living, Will Schwalbe
- The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore, Tennessee Williams
That should hold me for a little while! ^.^
It’s Friday! Which means it’s time for another links post, and somehow June just keeps on slipping by.
What are your plans for this weekend?
I have a visit from my aunt and her new guy (new because I haven’t met him, though they’ve been together for I think over a year). I love Aunt Susan- we’re kind of a lot alike, in how we think. Do you remember when, growing up, you stopped feeling the disconnect between yourself and adults? And how amazing it was relating to them as actual people (as opposed to caregivers or cousin-argument-arbiters)?
And Sunday is Father’s Day- we’re planning a nice family brunch at The Friendly Toast (which looks delicious- except I can’t for the life of me tell what is vegan and what isn’t). Continue reading “Friday Links 6/16”