Though I moved to Los Angeles, my style sensibilities are still anchored in my days in Manhattan. As I spend much of my time at law firms, I am often simply attired, adorned in pearls and light pink nails.
During my visit to Silverlake I came across the sweetest late summer clementines. These vivid jewels transport me to the waters of the Amalfi coast and scent my space in tangy white clementine blossom perfume.
In the Los Angeles heatwave, one could evaporate in the sheer heat, on such days a Silverlake Thai Iced tea, wispy tank tops, equanimity and inner peace are invaluable to soften the edges of suffering.
Color has a mesmerizing effect on me, I tend towards pinks and purples as they delight my visual sense and offer an emotional respite from the environment, especially in city settings such as in Manhattan or LA. Pantone analyses every shade of light and the names and hues are enchanting for anyone who loves and dreams in color.
WELCOME TO THE CITY OF ANGELS: I took about two months off from contributing to this website. During this time, I moved from Vancouver to Los Angeles. I currently live in Hollywood, with low gold dusted hills, palm trees, four seasons of bougainvillea, incandescent sunsets, and sizzling dreams and energy. Ideas and images, scenes and fragments flow through this town of freeways, ocean breezes and creativity. I hope to add more dreams and musings during my time here and in this space.
There are few pleasures as calming and sensual as lounging on a perfect chair in a garden reading nook, one may travel the world, reading of adventures, romantic encounters or of past glamorous and courageous lives while the dahlia enfolds framed in magical light.
As a itinerant unalterably in the throes of wanderlust, I am not in one place for very long, but when I manage to root, I often gravitate towards an ethereal and delicate atmosphere, as a butterfly I am attracted to the gentle, dainty fairy lights and the pale French chiffon insubstantiality in bed dressing in dream spaces. These heighten my reveries of Paris and of summer laughter trickling through sands in a faraway beach.
Saturdays are intangibly sweet and decadent, a day for reading Lady Chatterley’s Lover, by D.H Lawrence, picking a blue rum bottle and lace vase bouquet of hydrangea, sweet peas and mint from the garden and dwelling on love songs such as 500 Miles as sung by Berklee song goddess, Armeen Musa, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rupXtC0Rag
I have always been around German Shepherds, we have three, at my grandparents house as guard dogs, as an adolescent, we were intimidated by them, perhaps sneaking in late at night, but knew we were well protected, they are intelligent, beautiful and highly respected members of the household. I recently acquired a black pug puppy, Magnolia Seraphina, she is sweet and gentle and proving to be a loyal and charming friend.
My passion for the sea enriches living so close to the Pacific Ocean, I awaken to seagull cries and views of large steamships of global commerce, and I deepen my fascination with songs and stories of the water. I especially adore the French song, “La Mer”, the music and lyrics capture a sun drunk day the beach. “On Chesil Beach” by Ian McEwan is also permeated with longing, mystery, intense choices and the unfathomable healing and invigorating qualities of the ocean.
I was intensely enchanted by “Beatrix Potter’s Gardening Life”, this book highlighted the English gardens, flora and fauna that were significant in the authors life and imparted her imagination, stories and sketches, from bunnies to goldfish to the old farmers that crossed her path to the trees and flowers that’s captivated her, Beatrix was happy and inspired by nature and created magical and memorable characters for children from her dreamy Hill Top Farm greenscapes.
The evening is for mysteries, contemplation, fleeting laughter with loved company and doors of heaven prying open to deepening possibilities. I celebrate the night with tender rituals, lighting my favorite candles, applying luscious perfume and relaxing in my cotton nightgowns in my boudoir, enjoying the sumptuous decadence of a spent day.
Dwelling in very thick novels, sampling perfume and drinking tea are quintessential airport layover activities, thus while waiting for a flight to visit one of my best friends from law school in Cambodia, I indulged in rose tea from the Harrods, this tea was delicately hued, gently reminiscent of a secret garden of fragrant roses and provocatively calming. I regret not picking up a tin for Monday evening interludes.
Though I may be generally found knee deep in books, with nails dirty from my garden, or writing little stories and images, or cooking a simple French dish, or dancing to my playlist, I have added painting to my recent endeavors, because emotions may be expressed with delicate tones of pink, even beyond the black and white written world, (www.jasmineandorangeblossoms.com).
There are beautiful angelic pink and dawn purple sweet peas and dainty pink hydrangea in my garden, but also a few wildflowers and/or weeds I am eager to identify. The little birds have also attacked a package of seeds all over the corner of the patio and visit all day, a consideration of food for songs.