// 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 

{photo credit: mine}

// young+old //

{friend's photo credit from the latest dance party}

Sometimes I spend my weekends going to rap battles wearing Salvation Army baseball hats, enjoying endless conversations with endless good music, having a goofy photo shoot with Erika, and welcoming the new week with sunshine, Class Actress and painting in my wonderful workspace. 

xxx,

Tuney Potter

// take a simple idea and take it seriously //

"On top of every mountain there was a great longing for another even higher mountain."

-Dirty Projectors

"I looked for the large in the small, the macro in the micro, the figure in the carpet, and if some big truths passed by, I hope some significant small ones got caught."

-Adam Gopnik

On Wednesday I had my very first taste of Summer for this year. The sky was brilliantly blue and the sun dazzling. And the very best way to soak it all in was to drive with the windows down listening to Jonsi as loud as my car stereo could handle. I had missed the wind blown hair and the sun on my face. 

These days have been perfect. The weekends are filled with dancing with superb friends, staying up until all hours listening to flawless music, and sharing the most inspiring and valuable conversations that energize you for the new week. I adore the week when I spend time confined in my room with nothing but killer music, books, and my Moleskin journals.

I honestly cannot wait to see all that March holds. February was infallibly a month of growth, not just artistically and creatively but also in my relationships with others. But that seems to be the case for every month, just more and more as each month rolls round. That seems to be a satisfying assurance though.

                 

 // Continually dreaming of Paris.

Someday this will be me in New York City.

Always effortless and flawless.

Unavoidably timeless piece.

Summer taunts me at every turn.

Vampire Weekend is headlining at Pitchfork. And yes, I will die when I see them.

Forever the most charming boy. 

Simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication. 

Yesyesyesyes. //

Cheers to the weekend, kids! I hope yours is as marvelous as I believe mine is going to be. 

xxx,

Rachel

{photo credit: mine}