Vidal Sassoon with permission of Claus Niedermaier
I remember a story once told to me by a cousin of my grandfather’s about her visit to Vidal Sassoon’s London salon and the pixie cut that she left with. When she arrived back at the hotel, her husband said he hoped she’d never wear her hair any other way. …
I don’t believe there is a reason for everything. There are events, things that can’t be made sense of, that simply defy reason. I don’t believe in reasons for some things. But signs. I believe in signs. Good ones. Like hummingbirds. And Friday the 13ths. And red balloons. I believe …
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren’t on our lists, people we’ve never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe. – Jonathan Safran Foer, …
Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are. – Chinese Proverb I am currently hitting my head against my desk over tech difficulties that should be resolved tonight. But it means I am stepping away from the computer for a bit, which might be some …
Once upon a time, life was not backed up on external hard drives. We loved, we lost, we moved forward. Yet we didn’t lose all that much. There are lifetimes of written correspondence and journals, paintings and photographs that have survived centuries, millennia, without a Dropbox. We live in fear …
Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also. A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves. - Jim Morrison Los Angeles is seventy-two suburbs in search of a city. …
Remembrance is a form of meeting. — Khalil Gibran I began writing here a few months ago, after saying that this great big world seems to shrink a little via the blogosphere. I could see this delicate string that seemed to connect so many together. However unexpectedly. Only connect… Eden …