Posts from the “Vintage” Category

The Two Month Hop

Posted on January 18, 2014

This is my unloading of two months worth compilation of cell phone camera shots from my resent visit home.
IMG_1945IMG_1944It started to look a lot like Christmas and feel a lot like a long wish list. Not ideal.
IMG_1943 IMG_1942My brother Nico did most of the construction of this lovely restaurant in DC. Love the art deco ceilings!
IMG_1948At the National Art Gallery in DCIMG_1929 IMG_1927 Clyfford Still paintingsIMG_1930 IMG_1931Mr. GoghIMG_1923IMG_1924IMG_1925Edgar Degas and his never boring ballerinasIMG_1926IMG_1921

At the Hirshhorn Museum DC
IMG_1786There she is
IMG_1762My sisters’ cozy shire and her little monster, Lili. Fran is crazy about puzzles (sudden obsession) she has even bought a table just to give into her guilty pleasure. Every day she’d make me sit and do my ‘puzzle duty.’ I did put together some peaches from her Flower & Fruits still life jigsaw puzzle. I can be a good sister when I want to ūüôāphoto (18)
California was our last stop before heading back to Calcutta. We had our share of delicious Mexican cuisine.IMG_2112I present you Luxe. Even though she suffered from quite a severe case of ‘kisslicking’ she sure made us feel loved and welcomed.IMG_2110 IMG_2094 IMG_2048 IMG_2041

Baguette

Posted on October 20, 2013

I might have rusted out that part of my brain that blogs. Really. Following a few months of complete-uncreative-hibernation, I have just now started to come out of my cave to eat my wild berries. I even¬†have a couple of other blog post ideas already lined up (wow, take it easy) but I say start with Vietnam and make my way back. South East Asia, always a dee-light. Having Pho soup was almost a staple for Aaron and I in rainy Seattle, and quite honestly, they do do it justice in the States, it must be because there are actual Vietnamese people behind the big pot of soup. Surprisingly, I was more drawn to baguettes, Lord bless them. I haven’t had a decent piece…

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 Libert√© √©clairant le monde.