The book, Her: Meditations on Being Female, is a collection of photographer Marjorie Salvaterra‘s portraits, exploring various phases of womanhood. The moving black-and-white photographs capture generations of women in staged, dramatic poses everywhere from the laundromat to in the ocean and in radiant cornfields. These are just a few of my favorites, you can see more of her thoughtful work here.
“I noticed…you get into a taxi and very frequently the poor taxi driver is just beside himself with irritation. And one day I got into one and the driver began talking…accusing absolutely everyone of being wrong…and I simply remained quiet. I did not answer his questions, I did not enter into a conversation, and very shortly the driver began changing his ideas and simply through my being silent he began…saying rather nice things about the world around him…
My notion of how to proceed in a society to bring change is not to protest the thing that is evil, but rather to let it die its own death…I think we can state that the power structure is dying because it cannot make any inspiring statements about what it is doing. I think protests about these things…will give it the kind of life that a fire is given when you fan it, and that it would be best to ignore it, put your attention elsewhere, take actions of another kind of positive nature, rather than to continue to give life to the negative by negating it.” – John Cage
“She lights a cigarette, leans against the counter and watches her son eat. This will be his last year in children’s sizes. He has his father’s head, his father’s way of eating steadily, neatly, the working of the jaw, the set of the shoulder and something about the eyes – though her son’s are brown – the same long lashes, and that open quality, the focused unawareness that is masculine innocence. She can almost see the face of the man emerging from that of the boy. Her gaze is a thing of substance. Between a mother’s eyes and her son’s face, there is not air. There is something invisible and invincible. Even though – or because – he will go out into the world, she will never lose her passion to protect him. Girls are different. They know more. And they don’t leave you.” –Ann Marie MacDonald, The Way the Crow Flies
How clever are these prints from Jordan Bolton Design? Jordan has captured and organized all the props from The Royal Tenenbaums, Moonrise Kingdom and The Grand Budapest Hotel, into these darling prints! You know how much I love Wes Anderson, so naturally, I need all of these 😉 Jordan also has prints of many other great films, such as Lost in Translation, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Amelie. See them all here!
My baby girl is one year old today!
From the minute Gia was born, her eyes were wide open, taking in the world around her. Those expressive eyes, I melt every time I look into them.
Gia is a hybrid of her two brothers. She seems older than she is, something I always felt with Luca. She has the same whispy, fair hair Luca had at her age. She has Julian’s curiosity and determination, as well as a little bit of his mischievousness. I would definitely say Gia is a Daddy’s girl (the way she runs to him when he gets home!), but reserves her deliberate, open-mouthed kisses for me. She ADORES her brothers,
running speed crawling after them, wherever they go. And they adore her back. Watching the three of them interact fills my heart like nothing else.
Gia, I couldn’t have imagined a more beautiful daughter. Every single time I look at you, I’m in awe of how perfect you are. But what’s more is I can feel the beauty that radiates inside of you. A dear friend once said that you would do great things in life. I know this to be true. I love you bug. Happy 1st birthday. x