SUBTLETY

Subtlety. Mmm....yoooop, not gonna lie- can't really say I am always a fan. 

I love how unsubtle these hair dids are. 

I mean the shapes and volumes from all these profile shots- gorg. Let's get some hair spray and get all teased up immediately. 

SING ME A SONG

It is pretty rare to find me sitting in complete silence. Don't get me wrong- every now and then it is absolutely necessary and I love it- but 99% of the time- I have music playing, even if it's just the radio. 

I grew up in a house that always had music on (or NPR...) and it has without a doubt influenced both me and my brother. 

My brother is now literally such an amazing musician and drummer, obviously he reaped the benefits of growing up in a house that encouraged music. I, on the other hand, who struggles to clap and sing simultaneously... received no such genetic blessings. Regardless, it does not stop me from constantly listening to music and being inspired again and again and again and again and again. 

I mean, think back of those songs that moved you so sincerely. Whether you were an angsty teenager and it was that over played love song, or a song that every single time you hear it brings you back to some memory, some place, some specific time in your life. Or think of a live performance that brought you to tears. Or simply the fact that our bodies physically react to sounds- like getting goosebumps or chills from someone singing or the rise and fall of an orchestra- THAT SHIT IS AMAZING to me. 

Anyways I'm assuming most of these people don't need to be clarified, and I know I have forgotten a lot but these are the main voices from my childhood, all of which I still love to listen to today.

 I feel bad that my parents had to listen to We Didn't Start the Fire and the entire Rubber Soul album, oh I don't know...a hundred million times, but I really think that it has made me better. Thanks Mom and Daaaaad.

"Did you look into his eyes? It was like hearing the Beatles for the first time"

-Superbad

GO OUTSIDE

The air is getting warmer in the city. I love in the spring when New Yorkers are so excited to be OUT. They sit during their breaks or on the weekends with their faces lifted towards the sun like sunflowers, eyes closed just feeling the warmth on their face. 

It calls us outside, spring. Brings us to the rooftops, parks and restaurants with seats out on the sidewalks.

Makes us want to plan weekend trips away.

Or long Sunday drives.

Last Sunday we spent the afternoon on the roof with orange juice, champagne, bagels and laughs. My beautiful friend Alex took this picture. Check out more of hers here, and go outside and enjoy spring for yourself.

LINDSAY LONG LEGS

When I think of my dear and old friend Lindsay, I think of yellow. She is yellow just as the sun is yellow; warm, comforting and radiant. But also like the sun, (and all the rest of us) sometimes the clouds win out. This past year was definitely a harder and more challenging one for her. But now, as the spring brings 'round the sun, I am happy to see Lindsay return to more of herself as well- shining out to the rest of us how she always does with that 100watt smile and contagious laugh. 

Lindsay long legs. 

We look good. I don't have teeth. And Lindsay's are covered in braces. True love. This is 1999 people...99!!

Last week was her birthday!

She loves to bake cupcakes,

dream of cozy rooms,

and lady dresses.

A little while ago, she fell in love with the dearest FIRE FIGHTER and married him with yellow flowers in her hands.

And now they are painting a little room yellow and grey....

Because they just announced they are having their first babe! I am so happy for both of them. But ultimately so happy to have had Lindsay in my life all of these years. Love you Lindy long legs, Happy Birthday :)