friday.

Hello! And happy Friday. I found a couple of events I would LOVE to attend tonight, but alas, I am spending the entire day being infused with all kinds of chemotherapy. However, that doesn't mean you can't check out these fabulous shows. 

REDCAT kicks off a new exhibition called Apotomē by artists Jennifer Allora and Guillermo Calzadilla with an artist talk and performance. I can't possibly do this justice by trying to explain, so just click here to check it out. It amazes me where the human mind can go.

If something musical is more your speed, head on over to the Norton Simon Museum for their Summer Music Series. It's free with the price of museum admission, and the concerts are fantastic--listening to classical music surrounded by some of history's greatest works of art. Tomorrow night, cellist Maksim Velichkin plays pieces by Hans Werner Henze, Gaspar Cassadó and Los Angeles 21st composer George N. Gianopoulos.

Seriously, I have been to one of these before, and it is so so so so cool. Stroll the gardens, check out the Matisses and Van Goghs, chill with some music--and then head out to dinner.

Cellist Maksim Velichkin

See more the entire Summer Music Series here.

And here are a few more discoveries for you to enjoy:

The photography of Saul Leiter, who died just last year.

The whimsical print dresses of designer Peter Jensen.

Prints by Peter Jensen: Lodge, Diana Ross and Central Park, via Asos.

This tiny kitchen.

Pops of red all around Paris. I want to go back!

That's all for Friday. I will see you soon.

au revoir.

"The soul is no traveller; the wise man stays at home, and when his necessities, his duties, on any occasion call him from his house, or into foreign lands, he is at home still, and shall make men sensible by the expression of his countenance that he goes the missionary of wisdom and virtue, and visits cities and men like a sovereign, and not like an interloper or a valet.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from." Self-Reliance, Ralph Waldo Emerson

I can't wait to go again!

louvre.

I'm back! Sorry, I've been so busy at work, I haven't had time to post. Anyway, I went to the Louvre, and it was pretty cool. Overwhelming, actually, since I didn't get there until 4:30 p.m., because I thought it was closed Mondays. But I just wandered around and saw everything I could see. The top shot is of everyone looking at the Mona Lisa, which is an idea I stole from My Polaroid Blog, because she has some of the most beautiful photos ever. The bottom is a statue outside the Louvre that stole my heart. She is my soul sister.

paris!

Hot dog! My photos from Paris arrived. Isn't that how it always happens though? Just when you give up hope, whatever you want plops right into your lap. This is the view from my room at the Hotel Moliére, which I chose in honor of my favorite playwright. Bonus--there was pizza next door.