Sunday, November 17, 2013

au revoir, bonne soirée, HELLO!

visitors :: they are my most favorite. 

a few weeks ago, one of my nearest and dearest came for a week,
and we had a blast. 

i miss her already. 

come back soon, mon cherie. 

Monday, November 11, 2013

tiinee treasures now on Etsy

hello, babies!

big news today:
(no, no, i'm not designing for chanel- yet ;))

BUT i did FINALLY launch an etsy shop! 
who knows what will become of it, 
but, it was long overdue. 

thank you to all my friends and supporters who have been
encouraging me to do this for almost a decade now. 

if anything, it's a fun way for me to pay homage to my roots and current adventure.
stop on by & take a peek! 

{new items coming often}

Friday, November 8, 2013

this guy has been saving my life since the moment we met

my dear (and SUPER talented) friend
has *officially* launched her pet photography company.
if you live in the greater Phoenix area, 
you really shouldn't hesitate to book her.
she's a caesar milan with a lens & you won't regret it.
go NOW and check out Funny Bone Pet Photography

 she's also amazing & came to visit me for a WEEK in Paris!
i'm too lucky and loved. 
while she was here,
she did a session for me and my main squeeze.
we had too much fun.

these are my favourites, hope you enjoy them as much as i did:

this is paris.

and some mornings,
when you are sipping coffee
and trying to finish your homework,
this happens.

this is paris.

Monday, November 4, 2013

The world was waiting for him to learn. ♦

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” the woman said in a pensive voice. “Everything is blowing up around us, but there are still those who care about a broken lock, and others who are dutiful enough to try to fix it. . . . But maybe that’s the way it should be. Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.”

// a little over a year ago, i was first introduced to Haruki Murakami. he's a japanese writer whose words and short stories are so poetic and unlike most anything i've ever read. he speaks so eloquently about plain and simple things, that it just makes them so beautiful. the other day, i was perusing The New Yorker (ha, that makes me sound like a lame Parisian grown-up) when i came across a short story of his i hadn't read before. It's called Samsa in Love and you can read the full tale here. // enjoy.

“Will I see you again?” Samsa asked one last time. 
“If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again,” she said in parting. This time there was real warmth in her voice.