Friday, February 26, 2010

Long Live the Queen

I love my biscuit tin so much. I love the colors, the rusty dented bits, the scratches and scrapes. I just think its so great. I got this one off of ebay. I have a few others - I usually end up giving them away as a present and people really love them. But not this one. This one I will always hold onto. Its funny how there are certain things in the world, the more beat up they get the better they are. And others... can't handle the test of time and they just look beat up. In the end, it's got very little to do with beauty. It's about character.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The mean reds

To all my readers... all two of you, I am in the process of revamping Darling Charlie. So look for notice when the big change occurs! In the mean time I will keep posting images meant to inspire. Thank You!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Wednesday, February 17, 2010


You might ask - what do ancient mosaics and hotdogs have in common? Nothing. I just like the hues.

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Winter Palace

I am trying to find the beauty in this winter. I have to admit it has been difficult. But its there. I Just have to look a little harder than usual.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Up the Garden Path

The metaphors for the meaning of a path are obvious and have been explored often so I will not insult our collective intelligence by revisiting any of those ideas. I would like to just talk about pathways at face. A crooked brick path. A twisting worn dirt path covered with leaves. Concrete paths snaking along the back sides of planned communities in southern California. The wooden plank pathways of Fire Island. The beach paths, the bike paths, the short cut paths leading from one neighbor to the next. And its not just the paths, its the garden walls, the creeping vines, the stubby gnarled roots poking through the earth, the high hedges, or the wall of ancient lilac bushes that run along the sides, helping to shape that path. To give it a form. I think for me the greatest thing about a path is that no matter what path I am on even if I have been on it before - it makes me feel like an explorer and is certainly the most charming way of getting from point A to point B.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Monday, February 08, 2010

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

When We Were Posers

I went to school with this guy named Abel. I thought he was very intense. I now realize he was just a bad imitation of Ian Curtis. Silly girl.

Textile I

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

The Unknown

How can something so exciting be so lonely at the same time?
If you get a chance to check out the Banksy Documentry "Exit through the Gift shop". Go. Its excellent.