Sunday breakfast at Marlow & Sons couldn't have been simpler: a toasted baguette; butter and blueberry jam; a bowl of slick, salty olives. It was so delicious, though, I could have done a dance.
Other weekend wonders: love-letter graffiti,
and a dreamy watercolor painting by my wonderful friend, Natalie.
One of my favorite Etsy shops, corduroy, has screen-printed an image of a corgi - which I assume was inspired by this photo - on a mug. It goes without saying that I must have it.
I also have a minor obsession with the shop's tiny clay animal figures. Cases in point:
I was recently lent a copy of the 1968 Godard documentary, "Sympathy for the Devil," which fascinated, startled, and confused me all at once. (You'll have to see it to know what I mean; you can find the trailer here.)
I've always loved the Rolling Stones. (My dad still remembers with horror the night I came home from a Stones concert and announced that I wanted to marry Keith Richards. I was eleven years old.) These days, though my tastes are tamer, I remain a devoted fan.
To celebrate the fact that it's almost Friday, (and also in honor of Fashion's Night Out), here's a video of the band, performing "Jumpin' Jack Flash" in 1968's Rock and Roll Circus.
Last week, I was lucky enough to spend an afternoon showing my (LA-based) friend, Lou, around Brooklyn. Aside from being wonderful company, Lou also happens to be a very talented photographer. Below, some images from his tumblr, a short drink of water.