Stories of Old

As simple and as delicious as it is, it has never been straightforward. Bread has always been a direct reflection of economics. To look at bread, is to look at taxation, revolts, and subsidies. It tells the story of life, its struggle and its triumphs; bread is endless in what it can represent. It’s good to critically think about our food beyond our initial consumption from time to time. There is often a narrative there worth understanding. -tM

Photography: Unknown

It's Always a Matter of Size

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Design: Pietro Russo | Milan, Italy

Design: Pietro Russo | Milan, Italy

Necessity is said to be the mother of all invention. And that is exactly what designer Pietro Russo put to good use when designing his own home. Wanting to fit and incorporate a cadenza that wasn’t quite suitable in depth, as the room was too narrow. Solution: carve open the wall and insert. -tM

How Deep Is Your Love?

Architecture: Roger Dean | Green Style; Willowater

Architecture: Roger Dean | Green Style; Willowater

Peace, Love, and Sustainability are the design backbone to these eco-friendly apartments.

All of the suites follow the curved lines of the human psyche in relation to interior spaces. Dean found that we crave spaces that not only look good, but feel good, and according to him the curvilinear line does just that. Perhaps it is a throwback to the womb in conception; however primitive in origin, its movement is both progressive in thought and design, shifting our perception of what it means to live in a community that works in harmony with nature, design, and economics. -tM

Love Affairs

Architecture: Ricardo Bofil | Spain

Architecture: Ricardo Bofil | Spain

Moving toward the sun,

today and everyday he comes out to play. I no longer have to rely on my memory of the him, now I engage in playful moments of public and private happiness with him by my side. Secret days are spent lingering in the intimacy of his embrace.

Oh how I love his convivial kisses and will enjoy them while they last, for it is my destiny to love and say good bye to him. -tM

Baptism of the Wild

We need the tonic of wildness, not all things should be manicured in a “civilized” way. Parts of the land and sea should always be indefinitely wild and unexplored.

Wild beaches are a place where I can feel completely alone yet completely connected. Uninhibited I strip down and in harmony I let the five elements move in and around me; Space, Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. I get lost in the mystery and the knowing of it all.

We can never have enough of nature. -tM

Photography: Unknown | 1. The Creeks of Callelongue; 2. The Beach of Gold Mine, Pénestin ; 3.The Beach of Espiguette, Port Camargue

Cocktails & Chill

Winding down for the holidays has made me long for nights by the Mediterranean and silent days spent in frivolity. The playful interior of this hideaway nestled in among the olive groves definitely sets the stage for my summer dreaming (expand to get the full calm down effect). -tM

Solo Measures

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

There has always been something empowering about alone time for me.

Silence is underrated here in North America, so when I can, I sit, walk, or swim, alone. It is my holy trinity of rituals (mind, body, soul connection) an autonomous communion and need to feel myself. In truth, that is how I connect to the Source of Life; directly through me, in silence, and amid nature. For ultimately, we are all alone. No one can truly feel our joys, our sadness, our pains. Only we know the multitude of layers that our emotions carry. So it is important to cultivate that time with the self, in growth, in healing, in reflection, and in rejuvenation. It keeps us strong, and it does the body, mind, and spirit good. -tM

Ride it to the Rhythm

Photography: Bruce Davidson | Summer Love, NYC Subway, 1980’s

Photography: Bruce Davidson | Summer Love, NYC Subway, 1980’s

There is something easy about summer loving. Its intensity and passion are met with ephemeral ease. Perhaps that should be our approach to love all of the time, moving with it in transience, bending as it bends, paying attention to the seasonal shifts and the moods that follow.

Summertime, when livin’ and lovin’ is easy. -tM

Summer Life

Photography: Claude Nori | Biarritz, France

Photography: Claude Nori | Biarritz, France

European summers taste and feel so different then our North American ones. It’s a collective celebration of life and its joys under the sun. People don’t run away from its pleasure seeking rays, in fact they embrace the starlight. The suns heat becomes desires fuel; freedom finds its way into the rhythm and pulse of days turned nights, where hands that smell of cigarettes come together in holy prayer on beds where after weeks of boredom have been exchanged for lovers quarrels and salacious nights.

The European summer evokes endless movement and promises of something better then before. -tM

Brutalism Meet Romance

This could very well come close to being my dream space. Rooms organized by mental and psychological activities, a space that is expansive, creative, minimalist, and allows others to live freely without crossing paths unless consciously desiring so; both thoughtful in design, and necessary for a creative to thrive in.

I am beyond moved by the beauty and intelligence of this space. -tM

 

Affairs of the Underground

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Photography: Andre Kertesz | La Fourchette, 1928

Photography: Andre Kertesz | La Fourchette, 1928

I have always found the sound of cutlery on a plate soothing. It probably has something to do with my childhood and the summers by the lake spent falling asleep under the shade of a tree while my parents had lunch in the distance.

As it so happens, today on the way home from work, eyes closed listening to the tracks in meditation, my thoughts were interrupted by the distinct sound of cutlery ever so gracefully scratching the surface of a ceramic plate. I immediately drifted into solitude, only to realize that the sound was both completely out of context and place. I listened intently, only to have it continue. There was no mistaking its intention.

In all actuality I didn’t search the cart for the elegant diner, however I did become distinctly aware of our vulnerability while in transit. We are neither here nor there, in transition, going from one place to another leaving us most open to such sensory experiences and to the breaking of boarders. A shared moment and space in transition is an interesting thing to observe and contemplate. And yes, I got here from there. Sometimes that’s just the way the mind works. -tM

That Time was like Never, and like Always

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

The communion with nature is so immense that any words used to describe its sanctity fall short.

The other day I took my shoes off and walked through the grass. I needed to feel the soil beneath my concrete treading feet, and in that moment, I felt time dissipate, it was like never, and like always. I need to faithfully nurture that connection to creation; where nothing is waiting. Sometimes when nothing is waiting we find everything. -tM

Parked for the Weekend

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

Sometimes I like to be parked for the weekend. It’s a glorious thing to be able to be at home, putter about, have friends come over to grace your space as opposed to venturing out into what sometimes seems to be waves of mass discontent. It’s all about balance, for me at least; balance, and going with the flow of well, me. -tM

It's Friday!

Photography/Artist: Sara Shakeel

Photography/Artist: Sara Shakeel

On Friday’s even my long journeyed public transit commute doesn’t feel so bad. With the promise of the weekend drawing closer, that Friday feeling is one of joy unlike any other day. There is a lightness of being, an extra bounce in my step, a disco ball of magical light bouncing off of every face I see, and every surface I touch. I even think I am a bit nicer on Friday’s. It’s magical through and through. I have said it before, and I will say it again, “Friday, I’m in Love with You.” -tM

When I am Done, I am Done

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

I am many things, but one thing I am not is someone who goes back to any past relationship, be it friendship, lover, or casual fling. You see, when I am done, I am done.

There is no friendship after a love affair, no knocking on my door after a friendship has been squashed, no “hey, I am here to see what’s up again” after a casual tryst.

This isn’t about holding grudges or being stubborn, nor is it about not understanding why things didn’t work out. It is quite the opposite, it is about having understood why things didn’t work out, about learning the lessons, doing the work required to heal, and then finally moving on.

Yes, people change, but by the time my relationships are over, people have gotten a second chance, and sometimes even a third. The way I see it is we had our time, we parted for reasons known to both of us, and now we move forward separately. Life is too short to repeat anything, especially patterns.

So you see, it all comes full circle: when I am done, I am done, nothing more, nothing less. -tM