Original Los Angeles Flower Market

Last weekend, Angela and I woke up early and went to Original Los Angeles Flower Market, which is arguably the absolute best way to spend a Saturday morning in LA. We made a stop for lattes at the beautiful Verve Coffee (succulent walls, gold & white accents, extra dreamy) and then proceeded to spend a slightly excessive amount of money on huge bunches of greenery and flowers wrapped in big slices of newspaper. The next morning, with a big pot of coffee, I laid them all out and slowly arranged them into vases and bottles. It was beautifully therapeutic and may have to be a monthly errand from now on.

photographing the little things

I used to bring my camera everywhere. In college especially, after getting my first little DSLR, my camera was always in my bag or hanging on my shoulder whether I was at a house party or in a park. Somewhere along the way I stopped doing that, choosing to bring the real camera only on roadtrips or adventures or big events. I've felt stifled creatively lately, feeling envious of other people's images; jealous that I don't have anything to photograph. Which is just kind of stupid. I realized that, though it may feel like a hassle, bringing your camera on silly, day-to-day trips is the only way to stay in practice and stay creative. So, my new goal is to get back to photographing life in the small ways - like Sunday trips to the market. Life's good. 

fashioned to dream in

There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.

The Awakening, Kate Chopin

Favorite thoughts from a favorite work. 

#sundayfunday

happy May, happy Sunday!

this afternoon, sunday funday means flowers in shot glasses & iced coffee + chocolate almond milk in a frozen mason jar. it means sunburned shoulders, all the windows open, Lorde pandora blasting, and the promise of a fun evening off. what does this sunday funday mean for you?