Sunday, February 28, 2010

"A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. he simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both."

- Francois Auguste Rene Chateaubriand

More from tara in Thailand

So just a little update on Chinagmai and the school/orphanage I am volunteering at which is called Baan Phonsawan. I started three mornings ago and it has been really amazing. I have been doing arts and crafts mostly and teaching a little english with 5-15 yr olds (about 30-40 of them depending on the tiime of day). I have a so so translator there too-meaning he knows basic terms so it is alot of pointing on my part...The kids seriously are SO cute and incredibly well behaved.
All of the kids are in limbo so to speak and have no national citizenship's at all. They are all refugees from Burma and Laos and are not recognized as citizens of Thailand because they cannot speak Thai yet or very little. This school was set up to teach them the language and culture so they can eventually take the basic tests to get into the Thai school system. All of the children are exremely poor and where brought to the center from the slums and most have lost one if not both parents. The ones who no longer have parents live at the orphanage-about 40 of them. There are 30 or so day students who get picked up everyday from there homes and brought to the school from 8-6 or so.
Anyway-the kids FREAK out when I come. Literally. They cry if I leave the room and smile the entire time I am there and stand in lines to hold my hand. I absolutely love the school and the directors who started it (married cpl from hawaii) They are pretty inspiring to say the least-they started the school 15 yrs ago and never left. the school only runs through private donations bc it is not recognized by the government at all. In fact they do not even have credentials to teach there but they really do not get bothered by the police-
It is the simple things the kids do such as eating and cleaning there own dishes and drying them that blow me away-5 yr olds included. The food is minimal so they all eat rice and an egg and some fruit for lunch which is all grown on the premises-the director does all the farming-and dinner is really the same-but instead of rice noodles. Even with that they all want to give me there food-which is really hard to say no to because if I do not take what they offer they look defeated. So needless to say I have been eating what is there and it is some needed perspective because what they can buy that day is what is eaten...The center has zero money. In fact I went to the infirmary when I was getting the tour (not bc I was sick-although that would not be weird!!) and the shelves were empty besides a few packets of tylenol and some theraflu. So I have been trying to get some basic stuff for them that we definately all take for granted. They are jumping up and down with me there-literally.
Anyways-I just wanted to send some pics. Check out the sleeping arrangements-I will no longer complain about my bed...

Tip hearts

Lobo got this as a tip last night - bills folded into a heart.
How sweet is that?
What im really wondering is who is this heart making man?

Canada vs US hockey

Is it bad that I'm thrilled for Canada's win in ice hockey?
Amazing game. I could watch those types of games every day of my life.

Bar heart


I had one of the best days yesterday. It made me laugh in my sleep and
excited for certain parts of my life again.
It's all about being around the right people. Love.
Well bear ended his day at Gavin Brown's opening, bear's first gallery
opening. As usual he was a perfect child and enjoyed all the love and
crazy noise around him.
Perfect bear. Perfect day.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

More amazing photos from tara

Tara just sent this to me from Thailand:

"So in the mornings I have been going to pick up a few of the kids for
school who are day students. The last pic-behind the motorcycle is a
hole. When you crawl through, there are thousands of hidden cardboard
steel slum houses hidden by a big wall- bc they are all illegal in
Thailand. Look at the one alley pic. Crazy. I had breakfast a few
mornings with different families there as I waited for all the kids.
I'm blown away and obsessed. Seriously the kids and the people are
amazing and all they do is smile."

So lobo's sister and boyfriend are in chile. Since the crack of dawn
the whole lobo clan was frantic trying to find out if they were safe.
Read the text I got from lobo confirming their safety.
All I can say is only a lobo. Love it.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Lady Jacqueline en route to the gym at 6:30am

Nothing like an upcoming wedding to light a fire under your ass at 6am
during a blizzard!

having a bad day?

this one's for you.
Taken in Barbados after a particularly wonderful photo shoot.

I must say Arturo, in red, looks especially sexy.

an up close picture of that raindrop heart I spotted yesterday

*click to enlarge*

my walk to work today

It's been snowing for about 35 hours straight in New York. The streets are so beautiful but impossible to navigate unless you're on a sled (see dad and child on route to school this morning). I cannot wait to leave work, grab my bear cub and head out into the blizzard for a day of bundled up coziness in the white world of NYC.
Hope wherever you are on this Friday, you are enjoying your day.

Kendal Jenner for Forever 21

I'm a HUGE Kardashian fan. It all started about a year ago when I was at my parents for dinner and heard my dad scream from the living room to my mom across the house "get in here, the ker-dersh-i-ons are on! hurry up!" Which followed with a marathon of watching the show for hours on end.
It took about a quarter of an episode for Kim to take over as my new love - replacing J.Lo and her ass.
Let's be honest here, who doesn't think Kim Kardashian is hot? That body?
It's my post baby inspiration.
I just read about a younger Kardashian, or rather a Jenner, on Natalie's blog and now have a baby crush on her. So damn cute. So so tiny!
Clearly it was the Kardashian's dad that passed along that amazing ass to all his daughters. I wonder which of my parents passed along my ass? I do want to thank whichever one.
"I just believe, as totally hippy bullshit as that sounds, anything's possible if you're willing to grab it and make it your own. You look at Stevie Nicks. Did she have the most amazing voice in the world? Fuck - but she got on stage and she owned every molecule inside of herself and completely captured every molecule around everybody else in the entire room. She was this poster child for, 'I don't give a fuck, it's about my soul and my spirit and my music, and you either dig it or you don't.' And that's kind of my take on all this..."
Erin Wasson

I recently heard that Erin Wasson is now dating Blake Mycoskie from Toms shoes - which makes me think she's probably much more solid and soulful than people made her out to be. Or at least it makes me think that Blake is probably rubbing off some of that goodness.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


oh how i wish i could feel the sun on my shoulders. everything is better in the sun.
mom, dad, send me some rays, please.

it's been nearly a decade...

I might be the only girl in the world that hasn't been to a hair salon in nearly a decade. But what might be even more shocking is that the last time I had my hair blown dry or fully brushed when wet, um or dry, was around that same time.
But the other day I met up with Selene in what I thought was going to be a few minutes of chit chat, next thing I knew my butt was in a chair and my head in a sink as "gloss" and "tint" were applied to my locks. Then, as if I had entered some sort of twilight zone, the lovely stylists at Ted Gibson took to my head with a brush and giant hair dryer.
I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. The touching! The prodding! And was in a little panic, laughing like a fool with severe anxiety the whole time. I left that place looking like I was headed to a red carpet event - gone were my split ends and messy tresses. What had taken over was something along the lines of shine filled beauty.
But the strangest part was walking down the street the next day with my straight, brown hair - people noticed.
I now understand why a girl would own a hair dyer. And a brush! And I kinda now understand why salons are always packed on Friday nights with girls getting "blow outs" before dates.
But I still don't understand how one could put up with being touched and yanked so much, all in the name of a little prettier hair. fascinating...


Oh how I love this girl.
I just want to take a moment to thank some higher powers for bringing
us together. Her friendship means so much to me and as the years go on
my affection & appreciation grows even greater.
On top of being one of the most solid friends around, she is
hysterical beyond comprehension. Lobo. The name kinda just says it all.
Love my Lobs.

This is what people send me to make me jealous. And it works.

(lucky bastard!)

Heart drop

There's this teeny rain drop on the window at the studio - it's a
perfect heart shape.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

to selene - cannot wait to celebrate tonight!xx

i need an adventure, stat

could this be any more tempting? It's making me crazy! I just want to pack a little bag of bikinis and dresses, with some diapers and 170 spf for Luca, jump on a plane and have a big old adventure somewhere good. Anyone want to join me?

my newest crush - zoe saldana

when in doubt, believe:

if you're having a bad day...

...this is for you.

I used to adore mustaches. Any chance I had I would wear one. Seriously. One year for Halloween I was a construction worker, the next year I was a male leopard, the year after that I was a gold Toyota Corolla (which had nothing to do with a mustache or really anything to do with anything but that's a story for another time).
Anyway, during a slow day at work I put this little collage of facial hair together. I thought it was the funniest thing ever.

on max's flight...

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

this quote really touched me

Sean "Diddy" Combs from the US Elle, November 2009 issue

Elle: your dad was shot to death when you were only three. Who taught you how to behave with women?

SC: A couple of years ago, my psychologist came to the conclusion that this is one of the big problems i have as far as maturing in a relationship. After my father got killed, my mother said, "I'm never getting married again. I don't want men around my children." So I've never actually been able to witness a husband and wife's love. Sometimes when I see it with my friends, I just find myself staring like a child, because I've never actually seen it before. It's one of the sad parts of my life.

for my darling samantha

this quote is for you, as I read your sad post on your blog and want you to know love is all around you, don't be sad.

I love your blog, I love how hard you work, I love how you see the world, I love your style, I love how thoughtful you are, I love how you will be in NYC this summer so I get to see you :)

Sending you tons of happiness and love.

comme des garcons play for converse

On my rainy walk to work this morning I spotted a woman wearing these hilarious Comme des Garcons sneakers. She was dressed in black leather skinny pants, an oversized black raincoat belted, and in one hand a giant red umbrella and a lunch box, in the other hand a little boy around 4 or 5 years old very seriously singing "rain, rain go away, come on back another day."
Had it not been 9:02, had I not been desperate for coffee, had it not been pouring rain and I in heels with pants dragging on the ground, I would have followed the pair all over town. Seriously, to their destination wherever on earth it was.
It's amazing when you see inspiration that early in the morning - it changes everything for the rest of your day.

Ba. Na. Nas. Seriously. Bananas.

Yesterday during my stroll through the virtual world I came across THIS blog, aptly named Fashion Bananas. The gal behind the site is adorable, as you can see from all the pictures she posts of herself as she chats about her clothes, makeup and other life muses.
I spent waaaaaaay too much time browsing her images and was stopped dead in my tracks when I came across this:
Her new tattoo: Where there is love, there is life.
And these words to go along with it:

"You can have all the money in the world, but it isn't happiness if you don't have that special someone by your side. The one that's going to be your back bone and support your every choice that makes you smile. The one that's going to make you feel alive and look forward to every single day."

Needless to say, I am in LOVE

Good morning!

Guess who is sleeping and who's awake? Hint, Luca isn't writing this....
It's some random hour and I'm fully awake after a mere 4 hours of
sleep. I've been tossing and turning but nothing is making me sleepy.
Luca is snoring and even let out a giggle from an apparent funny dream.
Any advice on how to get oneself back to sleep would be greatly
appreciated. Truly.
Hope you all slept well - have a happy Tuesday.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Luca talks nonstop

videoTurn up the volume on this. He just chit chats with his stuffed animal
friends all day.
The video is bad but the talking is adorable.
image from here.
now that I'm a mom, should I start wearing things like lipstick and calling my bag a "pocketbook"?
click to enlarge
loving all of this happiness, from here.
Could you just melt looking at this photo? Look at the happiness in that little ones step. To me this is bliss.

photo by tommy ton

question of the day

why do nice people get stuck dealing with assholes?

from my favorite blog Garance Doré

She always does a phenomenal job expressing the way she feels and the way things are related to fashion and life. Read her latest post below or click HERE for her incredible blog.

"Right now, I’m realizing that they times, they are a changin’. Fashion weeks are a crazy little world for me now. When I get to a show, someone usually grabs me by the hand and smiles as they guide me to my seat. They call me just to make sure that I’m going to be at the show. They double check, triple check and get all upset if I ever miss one. Ahah! Yep! Times have changed!
It’s bizarre just how accepting and rejecting fashion can be. Between moments of absolute snobbery to false flatter, you learn quick to trust nothing by your own heart. To bring close only those who you feel good with, to be no one but yourself and to see fashion only for what you love about it."

true friendship

I'm not sure if I ever shared these photos. And well, I'm not so sure why I'm sharing them now. Hopefully to give you a good laugh on this Monday morning.
This first one was taken at 10pm on a Friday night at Beth Israel Hospital. Chrissy and I were pole dancing on Selene's IV drip pole, me in a blonde wig with my pregnant belly out and Chrissy doing what she does best. Being hot and hilarious.

This other one was taken on my birthday in May. I was 5 months pregnant, wearing molly's weirdo shoes that rock while you walk to make you stand up straighter and help you burn more calories. I was also wearing a stocking on my head that was from Selene's wig and gloves that Alan wears when he's going 85 mph through the city on his psychotic bike rides. Since we were in Selene's hospital room I can only guess that all those freaky pieces were put on in an attempt to make her smile in an otherwise uncomfortable time in her life. Looking back it's a stupid sight but at the moment I think we were all so tweaked out that a stocking and weirdy gloves probably brought us to absolute hysterics. Exactly what was needed right then.

The strangest part is that this feels like years ago. So much has changed since then. SO MUCH. Luca is here, Selene is healthy, the seasons have gone from warm to blistering to crisp to freezing, the economy has flat lined, friends have gotten married, broken get the idea. It's a real lesson on time and the ticking of each day you live.
Go out and do. You never know what tomorrow will bring and you certainly don't want to look back to 8 months ago and think "wow, nothing has changed." Make each day count. Or at least do something each day that matters to you.

In union square

I hope it works.
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