BoPhil

My 9 to 6 has severely restricted my liberties in traveling, but having no money will do just the same. Yet I can always spare a little green and precious time-ticks for far-flung friends and seafood baskets.

[PHIL]
Sweet potato and regular potato fries in one semi-appropriately proportioned meal? Sold.




[NYC]
This is literally all we had time for.



[BOSTON]
Old town, old friends.





Yeah, we like to eat.





Green is for money and Ireland.







Creds to Hannah for some of these. Your PENTA dreams are already real.

Highlighter Envy

Soooooo I'm going to spare the "oh I haven't written in here in so long because I just know you were all fraught with worry" and just post a really cool thing I saw today on the Let's Colour Project website:






Kind of grotesque and not usually my thing with the animals and stuff, but I've never been good with pairing and matching highlighter-fluorescent-esque colors other than running markers across textbooks and terrible papers my friends ask me to edit. This is basically an ode to my envy of highlighter color-matching. You rock, Colour Project (and not just because you spelled color so adorably wrong.)

Le quotidien courant

+ Walk in the park
+ 30 years
+ Evening views
+ Craft dinner
+ Church balloon release

Doctor Zhivago

Lara: Wouldn't it have been lovely if we'd met before?
Zhivago: Before we did? Yes.
Lara: We'd have got married, had a house and children. If we'd had children, Yuri, would you like a boy or girl?
Zhivago: I think we may go mad if we think about all that.
Lara: I shall always think about it.

Focus.

*The above photos labeled by 'esther (a)h kim' have been experimentally edited by me, so I take no credit for the original. Simply wanted to see how they would look in another light (Mommy's sorry, dear. You just inspire me.)

Shake your head. Rinse. Repeat. Focus.

The Sartorialist

I haven't updated in a while. I know. This is what having a 9-to-6 does: robs me of any free time. My Google Reader is woefully backed-up to the thousands (nothing more nerve-wrecking than a bunch of unread posts) and having no life in general. Including worrying about nothing beyond my Google Reader. But anyways!

Finally spared a moment last night with friends to go see The Sartorialist at a gallery show he had here in Atlanta. Fairly small, but crowded, and brimming with wannabe Sartorialists that made for great people-watching:








The man himself!



Happy weekend xoxo