Archive for June, 2011

Tennis, ladies?

24 June 2011

I’ve been working this morning to the tunes of grunting Wimbledoners.  I wondered about a time when tennis was more…demure. Katharine Hepburn seems to most adeptly toe the masculine-feminine line.

 

 

 

(image source: google images)

Ode to the White Shirt No. 3

23 June 2011

Sporty and chic, classic and comfortable, dressy and casual, masculine and feminine, packable and washable.  The white shirt is superlative.

There is nothing a white shirt cannot do; there is nothing you cannot do in a white shirt.

No. 3: Ernest Hemingway

The man knows a thing or two about wearing a white shirt…

 

…and a leather vest, I should add.

 

(image source: google images and the JFK Library.)

If I were a father…

21 June 2011

…or a grandfather or anyone else, I would’ve asked for this weekender.

Tusting Canvas Explorer, Medium. Made in England. £225

Half-birthday anyone?

(image via tusting.co.uk)

Icebergs

17 June 2011

Icebergs are immensely thought-provoking. There’s the classic depth-of-life metaphor, and then there are the actual icebergs, afloat in an alien world, that really compel one to ponder the vastness and diversity of our planet.

I am astounded this morning by the photographs of icebergs taken by Camille Seaman [isn’t it incredible how often folks’ last names align with their life’s work?].  I was led to her work by the Outside Blog, which writes:

“In 1999,  Camille Seaman gave up her seat on a one-hour flight from Oakland to L.A. and scored a round trip ticket anywhere in the world. She chose Alaska. Once there, she decided to walk from a coastal town named Kotzebue across the ice towards Russia. After feeling cold, lost, and somewhat panicked, she had a moment where she stopped, looked around, and felt a connection to the earth. That one moment ignited a passion for Arctic landscapes that she turned into a career photographing icebergs.

Camille literally captures the tip of the iceberg to look deep.

(images credited to Camille Seaman, via google images)

Heart of the Sea

14 June 2011

Rell Sunn, pioneer of women’s surfing. 

Born in Makaha on Oahu in 1947 to a Chinese father and a Hawaiian-Irish mother, Rell was battling with the boys in surf competitions by age 14 and in 1975 became an original member of the women’s professional surfing tour.  After a ferocious, 14-year fight with breast cancer—through which she surfed every day and became a disc jockey in addition to fueling the women’s surf movement—she succumbed in 1998.  The legend of her gracefulness and courage continues to inspire. 

 

 

 

 

Mirella Ricciardi

13 June 2011

Mirella, another über-inspiring member of the Rocco clan.

Visit Mirella’s website, with links to her incredible photography books that also include rich prose.  A colorful childhood on the shores of Lake Naivasha primed her for marriage to the ‘Italian adventurer’ Lorenzo Ricciardi, and an eye for a beautiful picture.

One of my favorite photos below, a warrior undergoing coming-of-age ritual head shaving, from African Visions, which I often display in my foyer. So striking.

 

Diamonds and rust

10 June 2011

Below, the lyrics from Joan Baez’s haunting 1975 ballad ‘Diamonds and Rust’. Beautiful and arresting, in Baez’s core-vibrating warble, and the words are a poem that, for me, depict some timeless battle between earth and air. 

Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

 

Live Baez version on YouTube:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGMHSbcd_qI

And definitely check out the live Judas Priest version on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIC7KQPDuDc&feature=related

Gold coast

7 June 2011

Epic photo, via Patagonia. Kinda reminds me of one of those mystical black velvet paintings that often feature unicorns and mushrooms.  Maybe this is a classed-up, cool version.  I never had a thing for unicorns or mushrooms, but I definitely want to make this trip.

Original, really nicely done caption, and credit: Pioneers headed west in search of gold. Kyle Thiermann strikes it rich with a sunset session. California. COREY WILSON

Office

6 June 2011

Fun in the Sunjuns

5 June 2011

I’m spending June in SW Florida, and, thanks to off-season sales at the outlet mall, I have buttressed my supply of classic Bass. One pair of cinnamon Sunjuns, and two pairs of Weejuns, in burgundy and black.  All prepped for the new school year and it’s only June!  Ample time to break them in, so they are really looking cool.

Who else loves Weejuns?

Ms Kelly

Mr Davis

…and you too??

(images source: google images)