Showing posts with label mexico df. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mexico df. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Ode to a Dream Girl in Vintage

"Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden. . .
. . .I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees."
My Bestest Mate, Mich is like a
Belle & Sebastian song come to life.
And not just because she went to
Glasgow 3 times in 1 year with me.
She lives a happy life in vintage dresses
and will travel at the drop of a hat to see me.

Like to Mexico, D.F.

Or Paris, even when she was preggers.

She will always dance with you -
no matter the setting or circumstance.
"I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy
But you know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor"
Like here she is dancing on her wedding day
in her second vintage dress of the day.


(This was the 1st vintage dress of the day.)


Mich makes me want to cut bangs but,
like 80% of us girls that would be a mistake.
I might just do it, though.
If I could look half as perfect as her it'd be worth it.


She got us backstage at the Hollywood Bowl
and all she had to do was walk around with an accordion.


You know the best part about her?

No, not the fact that's pretty to look at and funny.
She's an investment banker.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Day Dreaming in the Capital

I spent 8 hours walking around our fake Paris and it was a dream.

I had stikman to keep me company.


Roxy Paine was there to remind me that industrial
can also be organic (and so pretty to look at).


Doesn't this door remind you of that
other glorious capital, Mexico DF?
I know, me too.


'This is morality, this is eternity.'
And this is what Mark di Suvero created all by himself.


I almost spent half of my day at the National Gallery.


I've found that I have come to appreciate
Natural History museums in general
(and is this bird about to be impaled?).


The surprise of the day was how much I loved

They had peinetas,

letter openers of my dreams
(how easy would it be to crush those bones?),

and historical reproductions (um, I'm not sure how I feel about buying a Confederate-grey hat).

I am not an overly enthusiastic Wizard of Oz fan (I do love poppies though), but I thought this design was especially smart.


A day filled with countless (free) museums.
Thank You America and Thank You James Smithson.