The Urban Surf
I love the sound of skate wheels on concrete.
The weather is turning and the freedom of the board is on the rise. It’s contagious and evocative of both days gone by and of the soon to be liberation of summer.
The soothing urban sounds of a change in season is upon us. -tM
I love that foreign films explore the human condition and psyche indirectly. Any kind of catalyst for introspection is good. Don’t you think? -tM
Tim Noble & Sue Webster are a London-based artist duo that create shadow art installations using carefully arranged objects. Using everything from trash to metal cans shot with BB pellets, they arrange these found objects in such a way as to cast shadows of people and skylines on the wall when a light is shined from a certain direction.
Photgraphy: Tim Noble & Sue Webster
Before Stanley Kubrick was a famous director, he was a youthful unknown observing the world around him through a photographic lens.
This particular photograph is a reminder that there have always been people young and old who have been bold enough to live life the way it suited them. -tM
I have never been one for exposing the midriff, nor have I ever been a fan of shorts, but this is an exception.
This is what happens when you have found your own style groove. I would have never thought of putting these garments together in such a way, but then again, it’s just not me. However if I did do midriff baring shirts and shorts, I would absolutely follow suit. -tM
How do you take your coffee? Do you take it to go? Do you take it standing at an espresso bar? Or do you slip it slowly while reading the paper or catching up on emails?
Either way there is always a ritual or routine behind the pep in your step elixir and if it is not recognized perhaps due to the rushed dash, we feel like our day and mood has been thrown.
I personally could never drink my coffee on the go. I take my coffee nice and slow, strong in flavour but leisurely in its consumption. And even though I managed to replace it with green tea for short a period of time in my life, there is nothing like the aroma and therapy that a good cup of coffee provides. -tM
Do you layer? And if so, how?
I have never been a fan of layering. It has always felt cumbersome, awkward, and uncomfortable, so much so that a crisp white shirt under a blazer drives me crazy because it never sits right with movement as the blazer tugs at this end or at that. The most I can do is a t-shirt under a sweater. Tights under pants, bleh, my waist feels suffocated. This is why I don’t wear skirts in the winter, the extra band around the waist leaves me feeling strangled at the midriff.
It has always just felt so heavy to me. Layering has always hindered my freedom of movement. Coats, hats, and scarves aside, it has never felt natural to me.
Perhaps I am not doing it right. I don’t know. Any tips? -tM
What article of clothing are you willing to wear like a second skin if any?
Like everything in life, it is all about balance isn’t it? If you wear one article that is tight, then then other must be a little forgiving, or at least that’s how it goes in my mathematical fashion equation.
Leather pants, or denim are my tight squeeze preference, much to my mothers disappointment, as she believes that I am getting to old for such fashion exploits.
I understand her perspective but I think that everything can be made to work with the right amount of give and take when it comes to the tightness of squeeze.
Where do you draw that line? And does the age factor play into those decisions? -tM
When couples fight, hilarity ensues. What brilliant comedic timing. -tM
I was drawn to these photo’s because they reveal a face not so hidden by layers of make-up and Photoshop magic. I appreciate the lines and graceful bags under her eyes, the shadows of light and dark.
I think North America is in dire need of a beauty refresh. I don’t know how we got here, but we did, and it is a sad as well as ugly reality. Somehow in this process of liberating ourselves as women we have also allowed ourselves to be confined and even chained to this youthful, perfect face.
There is nothing wrong with looking like you have lived. I find the living face an incredibly beautiful and graceful face.
Perfectionism is a myth, an excuse for being insecure. It’s time to go inward for many reasons, great things always begin from the inside. -tM
Photography: Porter Magazine
I just recently revisited some letters penned to me that I had saved from the early 2000’s. They were beautiful in there sentiment, thoughtful in their presentation, and honest in there attempt to form a connection that extended beyond the telephone conversation, or email.
They are, (and don’t ask me why I didn’t realize it then) love letters of the most profound kind. Vulnerable, prosaic, philosophical, and at times even poetic. Photo’s were sent, instead of scanned, the details and efforts were obvious even in the choice of paper selected. Having re-read these letters over 18 years later, I know him better now then I knew him then. I had forgotten what an important time that was in my life, and never truly understood how much that connection meant to me.
I have never forgotten him, and to this day, even though we have no direct contact, I have followed his career from afar.
It’s nice to be reminded that I too had been involved with some quite intelligent, passionate, and sensitive, men in my life.
When was the last time you found yourself immersed in love letters past or present? -tM
Photography: Unknown | Theatre's: Russia, England, India, USA
Even though we have become a secular society where Sunday’s are no longer “God’s” day of rest, where businesses are forced to remain closed and family time is a requirement (boy do I remember how boring a Sunday could be as a child, quoting Morrissey as an appropriate reference “Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey” because that is exactly how it felt, dull, grey, and boring; lazing around all day trying to amuse oneself with play and fascination). Anyway, I digress…
As an adult, I find that I still hold onto those lazy Sunday’s as a way of life, a space for letting go, and connecting to what matters and to those I love. I consciously take it slow on a Sunday. It’s become a way of life. It is a day that I reserve solely for myself and for things that matter to me. It is my day of rest.
How about you, how do you spend your Sunday? -tM
Such important work to be done in each life. It is my personal belief that there is always reason for the toil. -tM
And that’s the beauty of life. Finding beauty and life in what is left and moving forward. Always moving forward. -tM
Baldi proudly presents a truly unique item, a one-of-a-kind masterpiece: a Rose Quartz crystal bathtub.
Priced at 1 million Euros, the astonishing bath was carved out of a single block of Rose Quartz Crystal found in the Amazonian rainforest, weighting approx. 10,000 kg.
The Baldi’s creative director, Luca Bojola, decided to keep the outer part rough not to hide the natural beauty of the crystal. Comparable to Renaissance creations, Its a work of art which testifies the beauty of nature meeting design.
Made in Firenze, 1867.
What ever happened to the creative pick-up? I remember when I used to roll my eyes at these little gimmicky approaches, and now I would welcome them in a society so full of social avoidance and its lack lustre approach to dating. -tM
Director: Eric Rohmer | Paris Nous Apparitient