Flashback to simpler days, when all a band needed was some bread, tomatoes, a few beers, and some apricot juice. -tM
I remember seeking out solitude and magic in abandoned places as a youth.
The places would become ours, our own private Idaho if you will, taking shelter from what we believed to be a world that was too much at out feet. We spoke in poetry, and let our laughter rise to meet the sky. There we sang in harmonies of liberty and freedom; moving through our present, where cigarettes and coffee were just as important as music and sex.
There is so much magic to be found in what has been left behind, the decay is just part of its transition, inspiring curiosity and the desire to create. Do with them what you will, however, they are both contagious, so please pass them on. -tM
“When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.” – Rumi
There is only so much that we can control. I have learned to stop forcing things. Often times we just need to find the patience to wait. -tM
The newly revamped Caffé Fernanda pays homage to Pinacoteca di Brera, one of Milan’s art galleries that is home to some of the leading collections of Italian paintings around the world.
The art pieces displayed in the café elevate its design, engaging and inspiring the patrons, making their café visit feel like a gallery experience.
The grandeur of the space pays tribute to the neoclassical architecture, coupled with the post war 1950’s renovation of the space, and juxtaposed with the contemporary approach to art curation it becomes a space that seduces through texture & design.
I appreciate design that takes into account not only the history of the space but also the value and preservation of that history in its reconstruction.
I cannot help but pause for such beauty, and in silence I take a bow. -tM
Photography: Michele Nastasi | Yatzer
On Friday’s I exhale.
It is probably my most favourite day of the week because I have the freedom of the weekend ahead. It is really a state of mind I suppose, the letting go on a Friday night. Maybe I should try this letting go approach Mon-Thurs night and see if I fare better in general with that attitude.
Ah Friday’s, I am in love. -tM
She tells her love while half asleep
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth turns in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
My mind has turned to childhood summers, as a way to mentally shield myself from the lack of sunlight and chilly temps these last few days. May we all take a moment to reveal in that freedom, adventure, and urban corner store freeze run; remembering when the days felt as long as our shadows, and where friendships were as important as life itself. -tM
Quietly, this speaks to me. -tM
Philip Dixon’s Moroccan inspired home in Venice Beach is a space that feels tranquil and inviting. A home, in my opinion should be a place where you can decompress, let go, shut out the world, and replenish your mind, body, and soul. This particular design and open concept of home is well balanced in function and form, taking full advantage of the California climate and finding inspiration in the boho vibe of living near a beach. -tM
I have this childhood friend who not only makes me laugh, but makes me want to dance when in his presence.
That’s the thing about childhood friends, you will always love them because you grew up together and shared the intensity of your formative years with one another.
There is a magic in that, it is called acceptance, and that is all you need to feel comfortable in your own skin. -tM
In light of a conversation I had last night about the importance of time spent with oneself, I woke up this morning even more appreciative of what that time spent in solitude with the self has allowed me to become.
I am thankful for the strength that my alone time has helped me grow, for the wisdom it has imparted on me, and for the life and grace that continuously get replenished in that space. Being with myself is my safe haven in a world that is sometimes just too much. I am a much better human (soul) when I move at a slower pace, slow is not lazy, for me it is sexy, and also necessary for my solitary self to be able to fully engage in this thing called life. -tM
I would have not fared well during the Louis XIV times. I find anything busier then above to be clutter. Less is more. Just like with clothing, it highlights the bones and beauty of the space or in the case of dress, the person.
The closer to the basics I get, the more content and fulfilled I am. -tM
I have a romantic love affair with coffee.
I long for the scent of the brew, the way it caresses my lips, only to leave behind its sweet yet bitter taste on my tongue. I long for the way it moves through my body, fuelling it for the 9-5 dance.
There is no other elixir that turns me on as such. I look forward to our meeting every morning, and on occasion an afternoon delight can feel oooooh so right.
Lady of the hour, you come with such great power. I think I love you. -tM
For those celebrating today, may you move forward in cultivating peace from within, for if we are to have any kind of peace and acceptance in this world it has to begin privately. Merry Christmas. -tM