In Good Company

The photographs of my incredibly talented friend, Cydney Puro - whom I've raved about before (read here) - are being featured in the too-cool-for-school online publication, This is Paper. Her work is gorgeous and rad. Take a look HERE.

Savage

A lost mind. Doodle by yours truly circa 2007.

The French are rad, and I am not the only Muggle who thinks so. Countless books have been penned analyzing the way the French cook, dress, and rear their children. Since the French approach is so revered, I've got to ask... how do the French consume croissants?

I down at least three buttery suckers per week in public... that said, it may be nice if I were to exhibit a sense of decorum.*

The blogosphere claims the majority of Parisians rip croissants into bite-sized pieces and then dunk 'em into espresso for easy, and I'm assuming, tasty consumption. But if you've got a nice croissant, the pastry is flakey. When torn, the crisp golden crumb trail get everywhere... and if then dunked, the pastry gets all soggy. This mode of consumption makes no sense to me...

Is it so wrong to bite into croissants WHOLE?!?
I like to amputate my croissant horns before hitting the chewy center "bod".
SAVAGE!!!

Yes, it's stuff like this that keeps me up at night.
I think I need help.

* I can be found consuming croissants the non-French way at Proof Bakery in Atwater Village. Their pastries are worth the calories.

An Acquired Taste

Close-up of Disneylanders in Untitled (Ghost Photograph no. 209) 2013, 8”x 10” 

 Commissioned work for Amy Sedaris

Untitled (Ghost Photograph no. 32), 2012, 4”x 6” 

Untitled (Ghost Photograph no. 50), 2012, 3.5”x 5”

Thank you, Shoko, for featuring Angela Deane's charming ghost paintings on your blog. This weirdo is now inspired. Once I wrap up my existing work projects, you can best bet that I will be "ghosting" some family photographs in the style of awesome Angela. Booyah! 

Booty, er, Booby-licious

Shake Dat

Though best known for her delicate engagement ring options and Dali-esque Man Ray cuffs, Aussie Nora Kogan also offers cheekier accessory options - as pictured above. I shared my brilliant discovery with le huz yesterday, and needless to say, he expressed concern for my bizarre taste. BAH! Good taste is overrated.

These plump booties are scrumptious. 

Sleepless in Silverlake

Olive before her arrival. 

I joked that she was suffering from performance anxiety when her due date arrived 

and she chose not to make an appearance. 

For the record, the fashionably late tot was ultimately evicted from my belly based on the doc's recommendation.

I'm having trouble sleeping. I suppose this isn't the least bit surprising seeing that I'm over 29 weeks pregnant, am harboring a nasty cold that prevents me from breathing, and my "wombmate," Quinn, is in full-on disco mode at 2 in the morning. "Why you little..."

Which leads me to Amazon. To all the knocked-up mamas out there, do you own a Snoogle? I survived my first pregnancy without having to purchase this much-talked-about body pillow. Visually, it hurts my eyes, and we've got enough junk in our home as is, but I'm desperate for a good night's sleep. I've got 30 extra pounds on my frame and the added weight is taking a toll. I could use some "cuddle me comfort".

What the heck.
*Add to Cart*

I think I'll name him Thor. If he delivers on his promises, I will haul him to Maui.