I thought we’d kick off Wednesday with a mixtape. I’ve been feeling five shades of mellow lately, so that’s what this one reflects. Click away to listen. What are you listening to?
PS: You’ve joined in on the mixtape swap, right? I thought so.
PHOTO: Unable to track the original source, I’ve tried everything – anyone know?
There’s something about summer and wearing loads of bracelets that just go together. They just scream bare arms, warm weather, and tan lines – sexy! I love these three wrap bracelets from amore valkyrie, especially the turquoise and orangey-red. They’re made of premium leather cord wrapped in bright 24k gold vermeil, sterling silver and Czech fire-polished beads.
Takeaway from Established and Sons is a catchall for baubles and trinkets. Constructed out of folded sheet metal, it goes to show that even something as simple as a fast food container can be interesting when looked at with different eyes. (via Core77)
Artist Laurie Frick uses pattern, words, and color found in bits of paper to create collages that replicate the feel of neurons firing in a person’s brain. The point is, there’s a fine line between art and science.
“I imagine the brain breaks down visual time into bits where the novel and odd are as essential to recollection as the intensely emotional. Vaguely familiar cut-up materials stand-in for everything you stumble across in a day, the amount you see and forget and the things you give only partial-attention. How much does the brain take in every day, every logo and advertisment online, every storefront you pass by, the packaging along every aisle in the grocery store, every ad on television.”
The palette of Iittala’s purnukka jars couldn’t match my home better if they tried. I’d love to sue that turquoise one in particular to house my sea salt. {via Creature Comforts}
I read this short editorial last week in The New York Times about the melancholy of Sunday, and thought there’s no better time to share than a Monday afternoon. It’s something I feel nearly every single week and could never hope to put into such beautiful prose. My favorite excerpt:
But Sunday evening brings a feeling completely unlike, say, Tuesday evening. The slower pace on the sidewalks feels like reluctance. The traffic seems almost melancholy. You suspect that the dogs, out for the last walk of the night, can smell the Sunday-ness of it all.
My memories of box braids are neon in color and plastic in texture. I’m thinking I need to replace them with the micro-suede and washer variety. Thanks for coming up with yet another project I can’t wait to conquer, Honestly… WTF!