Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Paris Day 9


In the morning we went for a long walk through the Latin Quarter. In the afternoon we went to the Pompidou (the art we liked there lives here, below you will find images of other things we liked about it, like the building and the views and the cafe and the kids' play area and so forth).

























First Day of Kindergarten!


Here is Mabel standing proudly in the traditional manner on her first day of kindergarten. The photo did not come out so well but nevertheless it carries with it much powerful milestone magic.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Liz West, An Additive Mix


Artist Liz West has created an installation called An Additive Mix in which two hundred and fifty colored lights combine to make white light. I really like this. A lot. As first seen on Beautiful Decay.






Thursday, August 27, 2015

The Long-Running Poetry Series About the Summer of 2006 Continues Here Today



June 30, 2006
The last few days I’ve been enjoying

listening to specific songs
rather than just shuffling all the time
like I usually do

music I actually bought and downloaded
which makes me feel very high tech

Just in Time sung by Nina Simone
Life on Mars by David Bowie
Both Sides Now by Joanie Mitchell
La Vie en Rose as performed by Louis Armstrong
America by Simon and Garfunkle
And the entire record by the Postal Service

And about that last one I have a question
Does
I was the one worth leaving
mean
I was the one who deserved to be left
or
I was the one worthy of doing the leaving
?

It kind of works either way
though I tend to suspect it’s the former
Funny because I believe I’d think the opposite
if it were sung by a woman


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A Good Read


Here is a very interesting article in Publishing Perspectives (part of a larger ongoing series) about the state of illustrated book publishing today. In it, our publisher here at Chronicle Books is quoted extensively, along with honchos from many other important publishing houses that focus on visual books. And the whole thing leads off with a gorgeous photo of one of the books I am very most proud to have edited last year: The Thing The Book. Well worth a perusal.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Paris Day 8


In the morning we visited Notre Dame, stopping to admire, and stand upon, the Kilometre Zero plaque in the ground out front, and noticing how all the angels and saints carved around the doorway in are different, and are busy having various complex relationships with one another. We then went in and oohed and ahed a good deal at the interior. In the afternoon we went for a walk on the Champs Elysees, starting at the Arc de Trimophe and wandering on down the street to people watch and window shop, stopping into the famous children's shop Petit Bateau (not pictured) to buy Mabel a new sunhat, and stopping at a sidewalk cafe for an Evian au Sirop Menthe which is apparently what the french teenagers drink when they're wandering around here and which, I can tell you, is strangely both not very food and oddly refreshing, all at the same time. Later in the evening we walked though the Marais to go to dinner at Breakfast In America--a restaurant opened by an American expat that attempts to first explain, and then serve, American breakfast to french people. Everything tasted just as it should and I found the menu hilarious.














Monday, August 24, 2015

City of Her Own Creation


It's funny to think how much things can change in just half a year or so. In February Mabel was four and in preschool, she let me cut her hair into a sort of short pixie mohawk of my own devising, and she threw lego blocks together at lightening speed to create abstract cityscapes such as this one. Now she is five and in kindergarten, she prefers to keep her hair longer in curly mop cut by a real hair-cutter, and she meticulously follows the directions that come in the lego set to build the thing pictured (she's currently working on the Mos Eisley Cantina from Star Wars). It's surely a cliche of the most worn variety to say "they grow up so fast"--but I've said it before and I'll say it again: It's a cliche because its true.