in an o'keefe state of mind

one foot east, one foot west

ph: benjamin haas
via nikolai rose


today's issue
tomorrows inspiration

drawing inspiration
from stealing beauty

i packed 2 dresses for the wedding.

I was thinking of
liv tyler in italy



the liberty print dress
was made by luisa herself
it falls off one shoulder.
belt it. bellissimo!


the other is a gold brocade
renaissance dress that my
mother wore in the 70's


but on the morning of the wedding,
luisa came to breakfast with a
vintage sonia rykiel dress.



what a dream.
i had to wear it.


i pulled back my
hair in Grecian form,
slipped on the dress.
the night was on!

hang on this shade of green

until i sort out my next post

1. egon schiele
2. unknown
3. gabrielle raaff
4. loraine from grijs

my favorite thing about the
castle, is that the town church
is part of the house.

inside the dining room
Lusia's mother can listen to
mass through a little window
that looks straight down
onto the altar

at breakfast one morning,
we were being especially raucous
and Luisa's mother put her finger up to her lips
and said in her lovely little voice
"shh...mass", and then chuckled.

before i left,
i asked you what book
to bring on my trip.


"arriving at each new city,
the traveler finds again a past
of his that he did not know he had:

the foreignness of what you
no longer are or no longer possess
lies in wait for you in foreign,
unpossessed places."


-excerpt from italo calvino
invisible cities


i read each page twice.

need to cross this pass
before i attempt the next post.

as a child, i would run
through the corridors of
15th century paintings




and open doors to rooms only
story books could attempt
to illustrate

20 years later, i came back
to vaccarile for luisa's wedding.
it was the mother of all weddings.

luisa wore gold lanvin.

with 500 people in her 1000 AD
childhood home, lusia had to
keep it dramatic.

i'll never forget it.

the weekend was
one big fellini movie.
earthquake and all

fall backwards
with acne

makr button tote

lastest issue of dispatches

utilitarian buckle shoes
by slow & steady

jil sander

motto

i promise.
you'll find it here.
no journal is forgotten.

MOTTO BERLIN
Skalitzerstr. 68,
Im Hinterhof
10997 Berlin



"where books are burned,
in the end people will burn"

henrich heine, 1820

i came to motto
to meet anne schwalbe
an incredible photographer
who lives & works in berlin.

motto is a special place.
its a cornucopia of words & ideas
stacks, drawers, cabinets stuffed
with bounded mags & journals.

the storekeeper,
with a computer on her lap,
just sits on a metal fold-up
chair in the corner.
paper all around.
no desk.

meanwhile, i found myself
absorbing the whole situation
touching each cover ever so gently.
passing my fingers across titles
I had never heard of, as if
they might disappear.

i was so happy that they
were there, if only for a moment.
that someone spent time to make
even that one issue.


i left motto
thinking about something
i had visited only the day before.
Micha Ullman's memorial of the
1933 nazi book burnings.
powerful, simple.
haunting.

a window looking
into a subterranean room
of empty bookshelves

the unbearable lightness of being

christy turlington
ph: patrick demarchelier
harper's bazaar, 1993

this editorial reminds me of
the light & darkness of berlin


my trip is
now complete

last 12 hours in berlin

one must experience
the bauhaus & corbusier collection
at the martin gropius museum, berlin

i'm sad to leave