Views from Brouwersgracht

Sometimes a mundane daily occurrence, like waiting for a tram, can be surprisingly exotic. Our ten-minute wait was totes boring until a rainbow popped up and I took my first dive into voyeurism (from one floor down and across the street). It's not that weird to take a photo of a guy in his window, right?

Happy Tuesday!

xxx,
j

Beach dogs

It seems that most sunny days, I find myself wandering toward my new favorite beach. You know, the one with all the dogs.

To the Sunshine State

image c/o Stefanie Kuncman of Steffy's Pros and Cons

Because I'm on the road without access to technology (yay!), I am replacing Sunday Snippets this week with an outfit post... someone else's. I was going to take some shots of a couple new dresses I got before I left, but I just plain ran out of time. And then I saw this gorgeous new outfit post from Steffy's Pros and Cons, and I knew it had to be yours to enjoy.

xxx,

j

A photographic muse: Diane Arbus

If you're not familiar with photographer Diane Arbus, now's the time to get acquainted. Her photos are intimate and incredible; they overflow with humanity and honesty. In her journey towards understanding, Arbus captured something equally quirky, haunting, and moving in each image. Every time I look at her work, I am reminded that art is so intrinsically important to the collective compassion of a society; without it, we are lost and merely surviving.

A retrospective will be on display at foam, the photo museum in Amsterdam, from 26 October 2012 - 13 January 2013. 

xxx,

j

Double Self-Portrait with Infant Daughter, Doon (1945)

'Identical Twins, Roselle, New Jersey, 1967' 

Untitled (6) 1970–71

Child with a toy hand grenade in Central Park, N.Y.C. 1962

A young man in curlers at home on West 20th Street, N.Y.C. 1966

Lady bartender at home with a souvenir dog, New Orleans, La., 1964

Teenager with a baseball bat, 1962

All images copyright © The Estate of Diane Arbus

Small Plates: You say carrot fries, I say wortel frites

In the never-ending hunt for baby finger food ideas, I sometimes hit a goldmine. This, my friends, is one of them. Julian is digging these garlicky, oniony, baked carrot fries, proven by the lack of food on the floor. Well, most meals. If cut a bit bigger and lightly salted, they'd even be classy enough for a cocktail party.

xxx,
j