// out of cape cod tonight //

This week we pretended like it was Summer. It consisted of many brilliant activities, mostly consisting of: pipes+cigarettes, Arizona green tea, a beautiful Madewell catalogue, growing bored of my mirror and painting it red, pulling out my wayfarer sunglasses and of course Vampire Weekend as we drove with the windows down, eating out of season fruit if only for a small taste of Summer, windy convertible rides, brilliant times and finds in Salvation Army, pink+golden sunsets, endless pots of nighttime coffee, grilling, conversations till 4 in the morning all weekend, stripes, stripes, and more stripes, an afternoon at the lake, late night drives, and Summer music played continually.

Summer, I have missed you beyond reason. I feel as if anything is possible this time of year. 

xxx,

Rachel

// manhattan //

"Chapter one. He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion. Uh, no, make that he romanticized it all out of proportion. Better. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. Uh, no, let me start this over.  Chapter one: he was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else."

-Isaac Davis, Manhattan

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This past weekend I was on my own. But it suited me just fine. I loved the afternoons sitting in my room when the sun hit just right reading magazines, books, with my ever present coffee mug in hand. And the nights were to die for. So much good music, painting, sketching, recording purely genius quotes from people somewhat smarter than me, and journaling until two in the morning on Friday night.
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Best of all was watching Woody Allen's Manhattan late Friday night. Already I have a strong love for Woody Allen with the authentic dialogue shown in his signature, beautiful five-minute takes. While watching Manhattan I was reminded why I adore Woody Allen so much: He seems to be the only director that uses effortless simplicity and bluntness in everything he films and who uses pretenseless dialogue and filming in a way that I truly admire, look up to and can pull so much inspiration from.
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This week holds many lovely adventures and lots of warm weather+sunshine. I embraced the sensation of Summer today and wore my thrifted 80's short and listened to Summer Camp+Surfer Blood. I do hope your week is sublime.

xxx,
Rachel

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// perfectly imperfect //

My week was superb filled with a perfectly shabby bookstore where I scored two books, using my 80's backpack instead of a purse, endless cups of coffee, a drive one sunny evening cranking up Theophilus and Crystal Castles, a divine dinner gathering with heavenly food, thrifting with Erika all afternoon, planning to order tickets for Vampire Weekend as they headline at Pitchfork (yes. I will in fact die.), and painting, sketching, journaling and feeling inspired until the very early morning hours, as always. 

I've also been listening to Washed Out, Beach House's latest song Myth (freaking out at the news of a new album from them in time for Summer), along with some Hall&Oates Bird and the Bee style. 

Oh, and let's not forget about the excellence of Penny Stock's Spring lookbook. 

Cheers to the new week, kids! I hope yours is groovy. 

xxx,

Rachel 

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