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summer cotton and hemp net cowls in new colors this season. just dropped at silver in the city and soon to be up in my etsy shop.

summer cotton and hemp net cowls in new colors this season. just dropped at silver in the city and soon to be up in my etsy shop.

3 weeks ago
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bestie liz and her husband are quite the world travelers as of late. here are some of josh’s photos from nepal, cambodia, thailand …

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1 month ago
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somethings new. hand knit hats of a japanese wool-silk yarn.

somethings new. hand knit hats of a japanese wool-silk yarn.

4 months ago
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“love what you have and you’ll have more love.”

such a beauty by regina spektor.

8 months ago
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i’m here a thousand miles from my home
walking a road other men have gone down
i’m seeing your world of people and things
here paupers, and peasants, and princes, and kings

hey, hey woody guthrie i wrote you a song
about a funny old world that’s coming along
it’s seems sick and it’s hungry and it’s tired and it’s torn
it’s looks like it’s dying but it’s hardly been born

hey, woody guthrie but i know that you know
all the things that i’m saying and many times more
i’m singing you this song but i can’t sing enough
because there’s not many men who’ve done the things that you’ve done

here’s to cisco and sonny and leadbelly, too
and to all the good people who have traveled with you
here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men
that come with dust and are gone with the wind

i’m leaving tomorrow but i could leave today
somewhere down the road someday
the very last thing that i’d want to do
is to say i’ve been hitting some hard traveling, too

11 months ago
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mes parents. the cutest.

mes parents. the cutest.

12 months ago
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cabinporn:

Photographer Matthew Hranek’s guest cabin near Callicoon, New York.
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yes. PLEASE.

cabinporn:

Photographer Matthew Hranek’s guest cabin near Callicoon, New York.

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yes. PLEASE.

1 year ago
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Week 16: Abby

so lucky for these friends that i have.

two-and-fifty:

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Dear, dear, dear Abby….there is much to say, friend! You are so gracious, loving, and kind. You are the type of person who touches everyone they meet in some way. You likely don’t realize it, which is part of the beauty of it all.

I have gained so much through our friendship and for that, I am beyond grateful.  

Some of the best times I’ve had with you have involved making: food, silly music, art, crafts, scavenger hunts and cardboard cutouts….  

Here’s to being makers and friends.  

1 month ago
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Briefcases by Stephen Dunn

Fifteen years ago I found my father’s
    in the family attic, so used
       the shoemaker had to
repair it, and I kept it like love

until it couldn’t be kept anymore.
    Then my father-in-law died
       and I got his, almost
identical, just the wrong initials

embossed in gold. It’s forty years old,
    falling apart, soon
       there’ll be nothing
that smells of father-love and that difficulty

of living with fathers, but I’d prefer
    a paper bag to those
       new briefcases
made for men living fast-forward

or those attaché cases that match
    your raincoat and spring open
       like a salute
and a click of heels. I’m going

to put an ad in the paper, “Wanted:
    Old briefcase, accordion style,”
       and I won’t care
whose father it belonged to

if it’s brown and the divider keeps
    things on their proper side.
       Like an adoption
it’s sure to feel natural before long—

a son without a father, but with this
    one briefcase carrying
       a replica
comfortably into the future,

something for an empty hand, sentimental
    the way keeping is
       sentimental, for keep-
sake, with clarity and without tears.

 

“Briefcases” by Stephen Dunn, from New and Selected Poems 1974-1994. From The Writer’s Alamanac on March 2, 2013.

2 months ago
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storyboard:

Wall Dogs: The Midair Muralists Who Paint New York

It’s 8am in Soho, the thermometer reads just above freezing, and the sky is bleak. Taxis splash down the streets; New Yorkers stride with their heads down, leaping over puddles, carelessly bumping into each other. Everyone wants to get out of the cold, out of the rain, into the warmth.

Ten stories above — on a long, skinny platform hanging from the facade of a building at Canal and Mercer in downtown Manhattan — it’s a different story. Climbers’ ropes secured around their torsos, Jason Coatney and Armando Balmaceda stand in a melange of open paint cans and brushes. These two muralists of Colossal Media, the largest hand-painted advertising company in America, are heavily layered in sweatshirts and raincoats. But in this industry, c’est la vie. Paintbrushes in their fingerless-gloved hands, earbuds in their ears — “I like to start out with Miles Davis in the morning,” Coatney smiles, his breath visible in the frigid air — they begin yet another workday in the sky.

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5 months ago
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‘north side gal’ by j.d. mcpherson. (this never gets old.)

10 months ago
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Cheap food is an illusion. There is no such thing. The real cost of the food is paid somewhere. If it’s not charged at the cash register, it’s charged to the environment, it’s charged to the people in the form of subsidies, or it’s charged to your health. In the end you get what you pay for.

joeyponce:

Guh. Beautiful.

yep. ink me with one?

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12 months ago
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