My love for quirky coffee shops knows no bounds. The old lady donning the pale pink coat, requesting two sandwiches (one to be devoured within the loudly colorful walls of the neighborhood’s caffeine fix and the other for the trip home), a bag full of “goodies” and an irish cream latte, the leather-clad Deniro look-a-like (who, as it turns out, is a photographer and wants me to model as a pin-up for him), the assortment of disgruntled college students, hazy from a night of drinking. The occasional game of eye-tag with the gorgeous stranger in plaid sitting across the room. Django Reinhardt’s sweetly lilting melodies drifting throughout the room. Hot pastries behind the glass, their scents as lickable as the cute toddler in the corner with the pudding smudged across her face. Das leben ist schön.
How creepy is the Kook w/ the elf hat on his head?
Love.
Is that the Salton Sea?
- Artist: Emiliana Torrini
- TrackName: Fingertips
- Album: Love In The Time Of Science
It has been a crazy week; I have a date with my couch, a bottle of wine, a good book, and this album tonight.
A delicious time to be had by all @ Urban Solace.
Negronis and antlers at the Tractor Room.
Here today.
No longer in Encinitas, but the sentiment is the same.
Merry merry.
(Le Bar 228 in Paris, designed by Philippe Starck—of course)
Yes, please…
- Artist: Joel Paterson
- TrackName: Stardust
Just a little while back, just before I died in fact. I was on the operating table and I was searching to try to find something to hang onto, you know, ‘cause when you’re dying your life really does become very authentic and I was reaching for something to give my life meaning and a memory flashed through my mind: It was one of those great spring days, it was Sunday, and you knew summer would be coming soon. And I remember that morning Dorrie and I had gone for a walk in the park and come back to the apartment. We were just sort of sitting around and I put on a record of Louie Armstrong which was music I grew up with and it was very, very pretty, and I happened to glance over and I saw Dorrie sitting there. And I remember thinking to myself how terrific she was and how much I loved her. And I don’t know, I guess it was a combination of everything, the sound of the music, and the breeze, and how beautiful Dorrie looked to me and for one brief moment everything just seemed to come together perfectly and I felt happy, almost indestructible in a way. It’s funny, that simple little moment of contact moved me in a very, very profound way.
—Woodie Allen as Sandy Bates in Stardust Memories
GPOYW: I breathe more easily when it rains.
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