Slowing It Down

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Life was meant to be taken slow.

I always make it a point to take my summers as sloooow as possible. While everyone else has these epic plans of travel, and an “I can do” attitude to see people, places, and things, I on the other hand revel in the little things even more so then usual. Simply put, I live, and really feel life in all of its depth and possibilities. I move at a slow pace, I stop for things; an ant crossing my path, a dandelion parachute gently tumbling across my foot, I observe, I breathe, I keep my eyes and ears open and experience life as if it were a fantasy, because it is.

It’s magic. True magic. -tM

The Melt

Photography: Emre Unal | ELLE, Turkey

Photography: Emre Unal | ELLE, Turkey

With every summer comes the obligatory melt. The melt that is electric in currency, that sparks creativity, as much as it does resignation. It forces us to slow down, to pay attention to our breath, to acknowledge (albeit in frustration sometimes) how our body moves and feels and to really pay attention to what it needs.

So as frustrating as it can be, “the melt” helps us self-regulate, and slooooow it the f&%* down, because as wild and hectic of a world as we think we may live in, it is no match for creation.

So here is to letting that frustration and resistance go, and to taking it slow, sexy & slow. -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

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

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

Isn't it Romantic?

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

Do you picnic?

I have always liked the idea of throwing a blanket on the grass or sand, kicking off the shoes, letting the wind blow through my hair as I ate at the thought of the beauty that surrounds me, but realistically, I have never found them enjoyable, or comfortable for that matter. They are made for movie moments that I wish would feel just like they look on the big screen.

At the end of the day, just like sex on a beach, the idea of it all is always better then the reality. I fail to feel the romance of it all. How about you? How often do you picnic? -tM

So Granola, But I Dig It!

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

Those of us who live in the city, sometimes feel like we are going to melt into the heat and humidity often find ourselves wishing for a little pool relief.

This little innovation reminded me of just that. Hippy Chic, bathtub in the ground, and voila, a wadding pool that will last as long as the bathtub remains crack free. Cooling down is essential in summer months, and this is clever. -tM

Childhood Summers

Photography: Thomas Hoepker

Photography: Thomas Hoepker

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

A Farewell to Summer

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

End of August heat waves bring with them a different kind of fire.

The August heat sits heavy on the tongue, for you know that soon enough there will be no words for the loss of summer. So you become more tolerant of her dress, and accepting of her humid air that longs to become water itself.  Leaving the fevers of July behind, the end of August brings with it a solemn farewell to idle days, and to promises made on the wings of freedom, on those endless summer nights. -tM