Posts from the “Print” Category

Magic

Posted on April 1, 2013

I hope I am not alone in thinking that children’s books are magic; that in nights of insomnia most of us would in fact, still turn the pages our our most cherished childhood picture book if we had it handy (clearly I don’t have kids, those who do  probably read their favorite childhood book every.single.day, twice). Yet we are so addicted to our phones, books have become so completely secondary, so maybe we wouldn’t… Anyways, I have been researching lots of children’s books lately because… I have always wanted to *and maaaybe because I don’t have an official job so I pretty much get to do what I have always wanted to do by divine default —an oxymoron, and just about the only way I…

Trésor

Posted on January 31, 2013

Calcutta the enchanted.  Historical artistry stored away on the walls and windows of this old city… Ahhhhh, Oui, Oui, Oui (I met some french people this week and now I am all Ratatouille).

May I never have enough of Calcutta.

May it be so.

Charm springs up in a sort of accidental way, you are walking and all of a sudden there is a stained glass window, an old rusted gate or a superbly painted wall; maybe a burst of color in a dark place or faded away letters. For those who love old, this is the place. period.

So these are some photos of an art college Aaron and I happened to go to this past weekend, as much as I liked the art exhibition I clearly LOVED the painted walls.

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The Art college was built circa 1864, I could not help but get a little Art Nouveau-ish  and inspired , these are some bewitching wallpapers and painting I like from that time.

Alphonse_Mucha_-_Peonies 1898Alphonse Mucha, Peonies 1898

William Morris AnemoneWilliam Morris, Anemone 

Maxfield_Parrish--The_Lantern-Bearers,_1908Maxfield Parrish, The Lantern Bearers 1908

put together

Posted on June 23, 2012

Being in India has made me realize, once more, that everything is a process. There is no moving sidewalk (aka walkalator) like at the airport or no cutting the line- although, that is very much accepted here in any other circumstance. But when it comes to real life, the day-to-day personal unfolding, as it were, that invisible process is still so.. well, invisible sometimes it is hard to tell what things are new and what things have always been there.. via   These are some wonderful inspiring photographs I found at the New York Public Library archive on Liberty or how the French called it La Liberté éclairant le monde.