i used to live at the trocadero

Phoenix - 1901 - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

wish i could have been there for this.

chambray

loving my new j crew chambray shirt. worn with cheap mondays and l'autre chose pumps. wheeeee.

arrival

what i wore to pick up my favorite frenchy from the airport.

j crew trench, french connection dress, fred flare necklace, l'autre chose pumps.

little piggy

seen on the walk home from school last week.

oink, oink.

these boots

thank heaven for hunter boots. i have been wearing them non-stop since i moved here.

outfit details: j crew trench, american apparel dress, urban outfitters tights, and the greatest wellingtons ever.

somewhere in montreal

shoe porn

image via sea of shoes

somebody please send these louboutin booties to me, stat.

thanks, guys!

the queen elizabeth

the font is straight out of a wes anderson movie.

nikki

i miss you so much.

m.e.

justin

rainy sunday

it is gray and rainy in montreal today. so i'm curled up in bed with "secrets of the flesh," judith thurman's biography of colette (it's for class, i swear), and a grand bol of café au lait, just like they serve at mamie gateau in gay paris.

love.

balzac

"balzac has invented everything"

--colette

cheese

currently missing: delicious british cheese from neal's yard.

currently hating: my downstairs neighbor who blasts techno music all day long.

the (long) weekend in pictures

one lost and lonely shoe:

from which we learn a valuable lesson:

beauty from within the depths of drudgery (ie, richardson's clarissa)

and the return, enfin, of my curly hair.

last hurrah

poison girl. 25 august 2009. before an insanely early flight to montreal.

a room of one's own #2

i am kind of in love with my room here in montreal. soft light, check. cloud-like bed, check. pictures of people i love, check.

graduate school

begins soon, so here's a picture of bedford square in bloomsbury to inspire my literary endeavors.

oh, rouland mouret

"we all dress to undress."

thank you, new york magazine.

a room of one's own #1

from my apartment in paris, easter 2007.

pop-in

au bon marche

my favorite grand magasin in paris.

palais royal

borough market

my favorite place in london.  june 2009.

somerset house

home of the cortauld institute.  london, june 2009.

arcade-ia

the burlington arcade, london, and the galerie vivienne, paris.

packing it in

la mairie, rennes.

and up.  i'm leaving rennes soon, for a summer séjour at home in houston, before starting grad school at mcgill university in montréal.  but i'm still taking pictures and cooking up a storm.  to wit, apple compote:  peel and roughly chop three or four apples (i used golden delicious), bring to a boil along with a couple tablespoons of water, then turn the heat to medium, add several tablespoons of sugar (depending on your taste), reduce until all the liquid has boiled off (about twenty minutes), then add a knob of butter (i used jean yves bordier butter, made here in brittany), and voilà.  feel free to add cinnamon, but mine was super good without it.

addicted to

monmouth coffee, at borough market.  i love the brews, obviously, and the white ceramic cones they use for drip coffee.

also, everyone who works there is super cute.

oxford

christ church college, oxford.  i like the guy in the first photo, leaning out the window in a red sweater.

blenheim palace

in woodstock, outside oxford.  designed by sir john vanbrugh and nicholas hawksmoor.  avoid the animatronics show at all costs.

happy bloomsday!

image from c.p. curran collection, ucd library.

(From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands.  Nimbly they dance, twirling their skipping ropes.  The hours of noon follow in amber gold.  Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.)

ti trema un poco il cuore?

back later with some diana pictures of london and environs.  if you need me, i'll be breakfasting and reading in bed (as molly), and possibly sun-worshipping in the parc thabor.

dreaming of

the pizza at princi in milan.  luckily there is a branch in london....

off to london for a bit.  forecast says: sun, shopping at liberty and topshop, plays (arcadia, waiting for godot, and jude law in hamlet), over-indulging at borough market, hipstering in shoreditch, visiting blenheim palace, and drinking more tea than is good for ye.

songs du jour

sebastien tellier--divine

camera obscura--french navy

villandry

from my petit weekend in tours.