"Beneath all of her thoughts and worries, beneath the complication of conflicting identities and needs, maybe it's as simple as loving the way some other person looks when they're sleeping."

Joe Meno

The Great Perhaps

on june.

just a few photos from yesterday evening's walk home. the lighting was unbelievable, and we're still coasting on the spring side of summer. maybe i have never found new york more lovely; i can't be sure. funny how memory is faulty like that. and i know that when i return from the south in a couple of weeks, it will be different. of course, there will be other, new, july things to love then. but right now, i love this moment of june. 

last night.

i met angie and sara in sheep meadow for cupcakes last night, and we talked until they made us leave. we walked home in the light of a million fireflies and i ached for that moment even as it happened. does that ever happen to you?


anyway. i woke up this morning remembering those magical fireflies and the words of those sweet friends. and i am just really grateful for the good and lovely influence they have on my world. it's a good life.

summer colors.

just a few scenes from the last few days around here. the rowboats are out, the farmer's markets 
are in full bloom, and every corner of the city is vibrant and alive and playful. bravo, new york. 

this weekend.

i got serious about not waiting till the last minute to pack for my trip to south carolina later this week, and capped off bathing suit shopping and errand running with a cupcake + to rome with love (funny and scenic, but i still think woody's done better). i don't have terribly much use for a bathing suit here in the city, but i've been wanting something a little more classic, which turns out to be somewhat of a tall order. what i've been looking for was eventually found in a top from one place and bottoms from another. whatever, i am my own boss.

listening to :: beirut.

after a breezy past few months, it's suddenly sweltering in the city and we are all melting over here. bless those b trains and the a/c they blast. i am reminded once again why i favor snowy city winters and those deliciously crisp fall days. but you know what? beirut and new york in june make quite a pair, and two days into the official season, i already know that this tune is going to define the summer i was 24. 

what are you listening to?

makes me happy.

lunch on the library steps 

choosing, wrapping, and mailing wedding gifts 

an italian soda while the laundry dries

heralding summer with gelato + sunflowers

the tallest man on earth, town hall, june 19

this guy's been occupying the top of the list of people i want to see live for a while now, but no more. he played town hall last night and lawd. there really is, will always be, something about a man and a guitar. a piano, too. a talented one, the tallest man is. my world somehow makes a little more sense after a voice, a show, like that. 

sunday pancakes.

i can't think of an occasion that does not call for pancakes, but they're a given on weekend mornings. i came across a recipe for the best buttermilk pancakes the other week, and am happy to report that they're simple, fluffy, and comforting…certainly the best i've ever made. my dad's pancakes will forever be my favorite, but it's true: these will do just fine.

a lawn party.

new york's golden age came alive over the weekend with the jazz age lawn party over on governor's
island. we had the most marvelous time dancing and picnicking all afternoon, and i am still a little 
giddy over stepping into that glorious world for a few hours.