Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Beauty day

So remember when I wrote about the incredible sand in Turks & Caicos being perfect for the smoothest skin ever? Well I took a massive amount of that sand home to NYC with me to create the perfect exfoliant.

I combined the sand with baking soda, lemon, kiwi & a drop of my favorite Kiehls bath soap. Basically, it's the best thing on the planet. Great for the shower & for daily hand washing.

Try it yourself.

Love how it brings your vacation home.


for moms (and dads)...

What my sign would say: "you can do it all alone...but you don't have to."

Trail of hearts

My walk to work today, all love, every step of the way.

Monday, July 30, 2012


I have this in my daughters bedroom
image from here

I'm a really big fan of words, obviously. But within the past 3-4 years, I've become so attracted to worded artwork.
There's something so powerful about walking into a home and reading feelings that exemplify the household.

Some of my favorite works:
I've posted a bit of work by Tracey Emin on here before. She, I love. Her words and the way she presents them, I needed in my home one day. Perfection:
It’s not me that’s cryingIt’s my soul. 

John Baldessari's "No More Boring Art" - don't you love??

Dave Muller is my dream artist. I live for his work and find everything he touches to be gold. Especially smitten with this "I Want It Louder" piece:

Female Iranian artist Shirin Neshat is pure beauty, as you can see in her work:

The first time I saw a piece by Barbara Kruger I thought to myself "now this is art...." cause 99% of what I had seen prior was just illogical to me. That was a long time ago. But still, her work is moving. The words magnetic.

a life in pictures

Somewhere along the way I stopped sharing as many photos of my life. After going through my photo album from this past weekend, I decided I need to start up again. Life is so good. As you can see from these beach, farmers market, home and family pics.

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Share photos with me.xx

to the sea

image from here

I received a few emails this weekend from readers going to the beach and thinking of me while there. Sloan even tried surfing for the very first time. Tina is now addicted to photographing the horizon at sunset. All of these messages make me so happy. You all have no idea. The idea that you go to a place that I love so very much, and while there, your thoughts turn to me. This world is a crazy big place, somehow knowing this makes me smile.

Reader email I wanted to share:
"...the other day though after reading your post about being alone, and being able to take a breath and live in the moment, i rode my bike down to the beach to watch the sun set over the bay. it was a gorgeous view and something so fleeting yet timeless. i too feel completely peace only when my feet are covered with sand and my body is being tossed around in the sea. so while the move was rough, as i had to leave a lot of good memories and friends behind, i bask in those moments that bring me peace and make me realize how truly lucky i am. keep up the amazing posts and enjoy your summer with luca, he is one luck boy to have such a passionate and dedicated mother that you seem to be, and that i know you are. thank you for constantly putting everything into perspective and inspiring me, i hope you get to escape to a beach sometime soon!" - C

Sunday, July 29, 2012

I'm starving


This weekend has been a food feast of the greatest caliber. Not all in attendance may agree, but I've been able to actually eat. Sounds crazy, right? Yes, eat. And not just simply eat, enjoy the food going into my body. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012


Remember when I blogged about my amazing artist friend Patricia? Well being the kind soul she is, I came to work to a gorgeous painting all for me. How beautiful is this piece? I cannot decide where to put it, I want it out in the living room for all to see but part of me wants it in my bedroom so I can stare at it at night.

A huge special thanks to Patricia, once again. And if you would like to purchase her work, contact her here.


images from here

Inside and out of my dream home.

Each weekend I have this insatiable desire to nest. It makes part of me really proud as I'm no longer the party girl I once was, and part of it makes me sad, as I'm no longer the party girl I once was.
But then I'm reminded of all the evenings I do spend acting like 21 still. And all feels right with the world.
There's definitely skill to having a balance in life. To being free and dancing the night away, while still be able to have a successful career, run a household and be the best mother I can possible be. While I'm still figuring it all out, I'm happy to be where I am in life and learn as I go.

Suggestions always welcome.

Friday, July 27, 2012

weekend inspiration

It's friday, can you believe it??

I'm so excited for a weekend of love in the sun. My plan is to relax, build sandcastles, run, paddle board, swim laps, eat a massive fajita, drink some stellar wine and snuggle with my man.

what do you have planned? xx

bits & pieces

sweet Daria...
images from here

Just feeling so happy, so fortunate right now. Life just feels right. Little bits & pieces that equal a whole. Really grateful.

Last night: Frank Ocean

Went to see Frank Ocean play at Terminal 5 last night.

The guy is a genius. And the show was incredible, he completely owned the room, every single person was in awe of him, his words, his moves, his music.

A huge thanks to rich & john for taking us.
It’s more interesting to have just a picture of a small detail - then you can dream all the rest around it. Because when you see the whole thing, what is there to imagine? Dries Van Noten

Thursday, July 26, 2012

love story

A beautiful 'coming out' letter- written by Frank Ocean.

"Whoever you are, wherever you are… I’m starting to think we’re a lot alike. Human beings spinning on blackness. All wanting to be seen, touched, heard, paid attention to. My loved ones are everything to me here. In the last year or 3 I’ve screamed at my creator, screamed at the clouds in the sky. For some explanation. Mercy maybe. For peace of mind to rain like manna somehow. 4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. WE spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. I’d hear his conversation and his silence until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiating with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love, it changed my life. Back then, my mind would wander to the women I had been with, the ones I cared for and thought I was in love with. I reminisced about the sentimental songs I enjoyed when I was a teenager. The ones I played when I experienced a girlfriend for the first time. I realized they were written in a language I did not yet speak. I realized too much, too quickly. Imagine being thrown from a plane. I wasn’t in a plane though. I was in a Nissan Maxima, the same car I packed up with bags and drove to Los Angeles in. I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for them, knowing I would never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn’t admit the same. He had to go back inside soon, it was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn’t tell me the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like I’d only imagined reciprocity for years. Now imagine being thrown from a cliff. No, I wasn’t on a cliff, I was still in my car telling myself it was gonna be fine and to take deep breaths. I took the breaths and carried on. I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn’t imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasn’t always successful. 

The dance went on. I kept the rhythm for several summers after. It’s winter now. I’m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home for another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. It’s December 27, 2011. By now I’ve written two albums, this being the second. I wrote to keep myself busy and sane, I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions. I’m surprised at how far all of it has taken me. Before writing this I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive, kept me safe. Sincerely. These are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are. Great humans, probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alright. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore. There’s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it. As much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I’m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasn’t what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are. And we were. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the summer. I’ll remember who I was when I met you. I’ll remember who you were and how we’ve both changed. and stayed the same. I’ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now. Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive. Thanks. To my mother. You raised me strong. I know I’m only brave because you were the first. So thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely… I can hear the sky falling too.”

it goes too quick


on my bucket list
image from calif-ornia
I just want to say how much I love getting emails from all of you readers. I read them all and I want to write back thoughtfully but life sometimes gets the best of me and I run out of time. No excuses, I vow to reply to everyone going forward.

This email I just received is what got me thinking, and here, a public reply to Lily...

Dear Nic, I read your blog like its my religion because some days I feel it is all I have, my only source of happiness. You have a way of handling things with grace which I work towards but find it hard. It doesn't happen often but when it does, I get very depressed. I find happiness hard to find. Then I go on your blog and see the beautiful photographs and stories about love. I come alive again. Thank you for doing what you do. I often feel you write specifically for me. How do you stay happy? Any advice for a lonely college girl? love, lilly

First off, thank you for reading.
Secondly, you are so beyond normal. I hope you and everyone reading this knows that. Feeling down at times is human, we all go through it. Some deeper than others, but regardless, we feel waves of sadness, incompleteness, fear and insecurity. It's just how you handle those feelings that matters.

I decided a few years ago that I wasn't going to let myself be my worst enemy. That was a HUGE turning point in my life. I made the choice to be happy, always. I didn't want to feel heartache, I didn't want to be around people that were jealous, mean and didn't treat me right. I let them go, in every possible way. I also made the decision to stop living with regrets, my mom taught me this. The past is past. This is the moment to live for, right now.
My mom also taught me, which I'm working to teach my son, to never say no. Opportunities come when you walk outside, when you do something outside of your norm. Take a leap, take a chance, don't sit waiting for life to come to you, go for it. Talk to a stranger, go out with people you don't normally hang out with, let go of whatever is holding you back. And NEVER look at someone else's life and think it's better than yours. We all have good and bad around us, we all have opportunities. Comparing ourselves to others can be devastating to happiness.

So find your happiness and go with it. Whatever it is. For me it was spotting hearts around the world. This happiness turned into a much bigger thing for me. So find what makes you feel good.

Like photo, they can bring such love. So take a picture, look for a heart, capture it, frame it, stare at it, write a story around it. Share it with me.xx


Obsessed with these Karla Deras X Roman Luxe python drop earrings in gold that were given to me a few weeks ago. I wore them over the weekend to Max and Rachel's wedding and again yesterday. Addicted.
Get them here and check out the whole collection here.

the mermaid

GOAL :(alostsoulx:


Last night I had a long chat with a guy I rarely see. He's one of those people that sucks you in, his conversation so intense and so honest. He looks you in the eyes and tells you things he's spent time thinking about. He speaks from his heart with words he chooses artfully. 
And when he told me, "you remind me of a mermaid, a wild sea creature showing Luca the good, the bad, the ugly...it's an uncommon way to raise a child but your relationship is so beautiful to watch (on instagram)." it reminded me of how I used to dream of raising my children. It reminded me of all the bad I still have within me and how I want/need to channel it into good, for Luca. His thoughtful gesture, to stop me, talk to me, share his vision, well, it was so refreshing. 
So kind.
I love people who care. I love those who take a moment to be open. What he said could have been taken hurtfully, oddly, but instead the words as a whole were so gentle and 

I'm so grateful for that little talk.  


you are one talented lady jen ramosSASSANDBIDE. Way to my heart x
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Wearing a new gold necklace given to me from the amazing ruthie last night. Now I want to drape myself in layers of gilded metallic.
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