First off, this summer has been a whirlwind of adventure and I have savored it all.
There are so many pictures, addresses to quirky small cafes and shops, hiking routs in the swiss alps and where to have gelato in Milano.
At the moment I will skip all that, and take you away to Paris, a wonderfully romantic city I did not visit this summer, however I came across this petite book called "Paris made by hand" that was so lovely that I instantly ordered it on amazon. One day later it came in the mail.
It is a wonderful piece of art when it comes to things made by hand.
In the consumer world we live in, it is is refreshing to dive in to the world of artisans in Paris, who still make things by hand.
Do yourself a favor and order it today, so you can wake up tomorrow, make yourself a cup of tea and mind travel to the streets of Paris.
Have a great day, and I will be back with more on this summers adventures in a bit.
I found this short film today. It is too charming not to share with you. It is actually made from 4500 + still photographs. Shot with a Canon EOS 30 D camera. I will post more about my whirlwind summer of travels soon, but as for now, I think I need a moment.
Ahhh, and then you have to swing by the restaurant at the back of this alley to reserve a dinner-table for 2 for a one of a kind experience later that night. They dont take reservations via phone, this is a place where personal engagement is appreciated:)
Have their triple cheese macaroni and dine in fromage heaven.
at the end of Freeman Alley, Rivington between The Bowery and Chrystie
To kill time between barbershop and dinner at night.... head to the Met and soak up on some great art, drink a latté in Central Park while reading up on current global events, swing by the Apple store on 59th, and if you are lucky there will be a classical concert at the Gershwin hotel that is something not to be missed.
Thats it for now!
One more thing though.... if the Met feels to daunting to swing by in one afternoon, go to a petite and original contemporary, tribal and aboriginal art gallery that is a favorite of mine:
(photo by Bernice Abbott from:www.hackelbury.co.uk)
Tomorrow morning I will board the Greyhound that will host me for the next 68 hours across America´s vast landscape.
It will be nice to leave for a mini break. I am assuming the phone will die after a day or so, and without internet , there really is nothing left but your own thoughts accompanied by a chosen soundtrack on the ipod, and the occasional interruption of a talkative person who feels like sharing their life story.
I believe I will rather enjoy the pause from my life.
Upon arrival In New York on Tuesday the feeling might have changed ever so slightly.
There is a place in the south east of Utah state in the US that is quite incredible. It is a national park full of amazing natural arches, balancing pillars of rocks and a horizon line to die for.
It seems to be heaven for rock climbers, bikers and other outdoor lovers.
For me it was other worldly magical.
The red rocks against the blue sky.
The thousands of stars that covered the black sky at night, the warm powder-like sand, and the fact that thousands and thousands of miles from home you can get Swedish pancakes with Lingonberry in the middle of no-where.
I believe the Scandinavians has influenced the world in the same way McDonald's has. In the most surprising God forgotten places on the planet, scandinavian food, Viking helmets or pictures of beautiful swedish girls pop up in the same way the golden arches does.
Luckily there was no sign of a McDonald´s in Moab, only the swedish pancakes. So while taking in the beauty of this place, and planning your next hike, bike-ride or climb, fill up the food tank on this little cafe on main street.
Many of us have a place where our creative juices can flow. My mother for instance has a little bench with a bar chair in the laundry room where she creates poems, costumes and has a fantastic mood board. But then again her laundry room has tile stone floor, windows from floor to ceiling with the view of the garden and the sunrise. It is the most light filled room in the house. I on the other tend to make my work stations look quite the same no matter where in the world I am. It is here I write my stories, work on my next collection and daydream. I wanted to label the place I work and spend most of my days, so I stole the label "Workstation" from a great friend I used to spend much time with. So here it is, the place where I "live".
"The Bohemian is by nature, a cosmopolite, with sympathy for the fine arts, and for all things above and beyond convention. The Bohemian is not, a victim of rules and customs, she steps over them with an easy joyous unconsciousness, guided by the principles of good taste and feeling." Allen Churchill