Sea of Asphalt and Iron

“The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.”

I absolutely adore hanging out in New York because there's always something to do. From chocolate tastings to midnight bowling. Your options are endless. One day, while enjoying lunch at The Bakeri with Andrea, two German guys where wrapped in a seemingly interesting conversation and got so distracted by their conversation that they left behind a Zoomdoggle's "Fun List NYC" book. This book is genius. It lists countless (not-that-touristy) activities people can partake in. I gave the lonely book a home and embarked on a few of the suggested adventures, one including a rooftop movie.

Rooftop Movie on the Roof of The Old American Can Factory
in Gowanus, Brooklyn
(July 16, 2010)

"Zoomdoggle Fun List NYC" is free. Everything tastes, looks and sounds better when it's free. If you aren't as fortunate to find a copy left by Germans at an adorable Williamsburg cafe then download a copy for free at Zoomdoggle.com. Then enjoy NY and its fantastic offerings.

Cheers, Gaelle

As the leaden sky belies....

"And here we are, locked together
And here we are, falling from the sun"
- The Album Leaf

Theme Song: Sleepy Sun "New Age"

Some days I want to start a riot. Nothing outrageous. A metaphorical fire with contagious flames. I would throw paper aeroplanes at a passerby. Or yell random things like, "lazy civilians, high days" just for the hell of it. People from all walks of life would join the riot. I dont want to start a riot because I'm angry but I feel like there would be some thrill in it all. A blood-pumping rush. Sometimes I want to be the rebel. The stomper. The obnoxious talker. The one who's way too candid to be a lady. The riot would be simple and it would hit the streets before the sunrise. No masks involved. No capes. Just me. It would be silent but be heard loud and clear. I want to make a ruckus. And I want to make it now.

Any ideas?

Cheers, Gaelle

Flares and Sun-Speckles

Chazwick Bundick is the guy every girl really wants. The type who will gently take your hand and fly past the atmosphere to this land graced with lavender and an innocent aroma. From the sun-speckles to the lighting of the flares, I cant help but to make this my absolute favorite music video. I know one day, maybe a Tuesday, Bundick will set up a picnic of chamomile tea and honey-drizzled funnel cakes for me. We'll spend the day bathing in the cool breeze and soaking up the ginger sun. Towards the evening we'll play a darling game of tag as we frolic through a yellow, untamed field. He'll place a flower in my hair. We'll stare intensely into each other eyes before we light up fireworks as the sun commences its evening routine of hibernating to let the distant stars shine bright.

Can't a girl dream?

Cheers, Gaelle

Cheers to Here and Now

"Our goal is to discover we have always been

where we ought to be."

-Aldous Huxley (Doors of Perception)

Welcome.

Cheers, Gaelle.

For dreamers only...

When you dream tonight, dream big with no restraints. Take full advantage of your creative liscense and let your inventive blood flow through your veins like never before. Jump through that portal that distinguishes reality from fantasy and make reality a vulgar term, spoken only by the cynical. Go wild. Live free. Dream on.

Six Songs I Fall Asleep To:

1. Red Hot Chili Peppers "Porcelain"

2. Sufjan Stevens "To Be Alone with You"

3. Angus and Julia Stone "Babylon"

4. Fleet Foxes "Mykonos"

5. Chad VanGaalen "Willow Tree"

6. Grizzly Bear "Knife"

Sweet dreams.

Cheers, Gaelle.

Perdue dans ce Champs

Blog: Fashion is a Playground

Theme Song: Chad VanGaalen "Rabid Bits of Time"

Don't you get a wift of some painfully sensual yet sweet aroma, with a bittersweet hint of breeze and sun kiss, in the first picture? Perchance Eau de 'Frolic in the Fields'? She's such a beautiful person and evokes such a strong air of elegance but not just any kind of elegance, the 'dancing-in-the-wind' with grace type of elegance. She's a fashion enthusiast I can truly respect.

Cheers, Gaelle

Love, I'm Going Nowhere.

"Took a backseat to an old me

Took a deep breath when you told me

That you'd change you just to hold me"

-Evening Hymns "Dead Deer"

I'm not one to throw around phrases like, "I love you." It's such a sacred and sensitive phrase to me, reserved for some stranger in the future who I'll want to spend the rest of my life with. "I love you" should have substance. "I love you" is a delicate rose. A baby powder scent. A morning kiss. The "butterflies in your stomach" sensation. It's the moment that your heart sinks and the whole world slows down as it waits for you to get back from this high. Love is Beautiful.

"I love you" is the beauty of it all.

Cheers, Gaelle.