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some images and tunes for this february tunesday :)
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february is always the toughest month for me to get through, even though it’s the shortest. winter’s charm has worn out and my mind turns entirely to spring. i have a family house at the beach and i don’t spend much time there in the winter, so by now i start to feel it calling to me…my heart aching for sand and surf and most of all sun. driving to the shore with the windows down and that familiar salt water smell as you near the ocean.
the need for spring and summer takes over my thoughts and each day that winter drags on feels more and more unbearable. i’m trying to fight the blues this month… jemma and i each put together a little survival kit of things that help us get through the waning days of winter!
i’ve been in my apartment for over a year and i still don’t have a couch! time to fix that – i like the sixties look of this one. while the snow piles up outside i’ll put on some bob marley (catch a fire or burnin’) and break out the watercolors- getting into a hobby always helps when i’m cooped up inside. i love these little shorts that i can wear now with tights and in summer with flip flops to the beach! and i’m eyeing a backpack for the vacation i’m planning sometime soon – hopefully to somewhere warm! my next book, favorite lip balm, and this amazing hat, will come with me.
and from jemma:
February is here and Valentine’s Day isn’t that long away, I sure need some love to help me through this dreary month.
The cold weather is getting to be a little too much. This month I intend to indulge in my comfort zone – cozying up at night with welsh wool tapestry blankets burning one of my favorite scented candles, Baies by Diptyque, while I watch romantic comedies.
To make this month romantic I might add lace to my wardrobe (pictured are the fp-1 anita page slip with pacifica crochet hoodie and long sleeve henley lace bodysuit) and I would love to get hold of these Stella McCartney postcard panties – being from the UK these suit my thoughts “with love from London” with Big Ben printed embroidered on the front.
last week i received an email with the title i used for this post. intrigued, i opened the email and found the story of sarah berkovich, who was writing about a project very close to her heart:
“two years ago in an environmental science class, i was given a creative assignment that started me on the journey to producing a film. i told the story of my grandfather, victor kaufmann, who in his eighties, has been planting seedlings by hand all over his otherwise barren land in lyle, washington. despite the physical hurdles of age, his goal is to reach 10,000 trees.
the reaction i received from my documentary film class upon sharing his story surprised me: “you have to make this a film!”
i realized that my classmates are right. not only is this story inspiring to me and my family, but it can inspire everyone with the message that it’s never too late to accomplish your dreams.”
sarah and her friend sarah ginsburg, who is helping her produce the film, have created a page on kickstarter where you can watch a video about the project and make a donation to support the documentary:
stories like this are so inspiring to me- a real girl with a dream and a passion who is doing whatever she can to accomplish her goal. thanks so much for sharing, sarah!
happy february! click here to go to our flickr page and download the calendar in either the regular or widescreen version :)
i just got through the part of just kids in which patti smith recalls her encounters with janis joplin and jimi hendrix, shortly before both of their deaths. to have lived in that time, and experienced first hand how extraordinary they both were, i can only imagine the profound sense of loss she and others back then must have felt. i wasn’t even alive yet but i am still incredibly saddened just thinking about it…i grew up listening to music from the sixties and seventies, and janis joplin was one of the first female artists i identified with. her and jimi’s performances at monterey pop are probably some of the best concert footage of all time, in my opinion.
i love the poem patti wrote about janis:
i was working real hard
to show the world what i could do
oh i guess i never dreamed
i’d have to
world spins some photographs
how i love to laugh when the crowd laughs
while love slips through
a theatre that is full
but oh baby
when the crowd goes home
and i turn in and i realize i’m alone
i can’t believe
i had to sacrifice you
her encounter with jimi hendrix took place at the opening of his electric lady studios in new york, when he found her sitting outside, nervous to go in.
“he spent a little time with me on the stairs and told me his vision of what he wanted to do with the studio. he dreamed of amassing musicians from all over the world in woodstock and they would sit in a field in a circle and play and play. it didn’t matter what key or tempo or what melody, they would keep on playing through their discordance until they found a common language. eventually they would record this abstract universal language of music in his new studio. “the language of peace. you dig?” i did.”
this reminded me of one of my favorite quotes of all time, which comes from jimi hendrix:
following their deaths patti describes a feeling of uncertainty about her artistic direction.
“i was both scattered and stymied, surrounded by unfinished songs and abandoned poems. i would go as far as i could and hit a wall, my own imagined limitations. and then i met a fellow who gave me his secret, and it was pretty simple. when you hit a wall, just kick it in.”
as i was reading i felt like i identified most strongly with patti at this point…full of ideas and creativity but uncertain how to express it. a few years ago i reached a point in my life where i felt trapped and my way of kicking down the wall was driving across the country, finding myself in san francisco.
much like patti’s time spent within new york’s rock and roll circle helped her realize her dreams, the creative energy of san francisco helped me realize mine.
If you’re anything like us, you love nothing better than a good old nosey through somebody else’s wardrobe. We always end up feeling inspired! Here’s a little tour though my wardrobe. We hope to post more of these from some of our favorite Free People muses.
My style inspiration is a Rock ‘N’ Roll chic verses a hippie folklore rebel. Tattered sweaters mixed with ditsy florals, holey rock Tees and denim shirts.
My dad is a huge Eagles fan so owning this very rare Eagles in concert shirt is extra special to me. Pattern and texture consume the majority of my wardrobe. I have a huge love for crochet – my favorite item is the crochet swing top that I bought from Free People last summer. I own bags that look like they have been traveled and been on an adventure throughout life, old satchels and run down rucksacks. I collect Native American jewelry, Turquoise and necklaces that have been made in Indian pow wows.
My style developed from looking at Vogue from the tender age of 13, and my dad’s collection of American rock vinyls and books – I used to admire Joni Mitchell, The Stones and get a kick out of seeing bad ass rebel films such as The Wild One with Marlon Brando; I like how denim and leather give you an attitude. Fashion excites me every day and I love owning pieces that are extra special and have meaning behind them.
beautiful breakfast inspiration from the blog simply breakfast that jemma introduced me to :)
Whenever I need to get inspired in work I locate myself in a different area of our building. Sometimes I need to get away from my desk for an hour or so… Cyber land numbs my mind a little sometimes. I headed to what I think is my favorite area in our building in terms of inspiration - The store display and the Fp one area. I sat on the floor looking through the beautiful collection of books there.
I came across books on Bali and thoughts of my travels came following back to me…
I traveled to Bali in the summer of 2009 for a couple of months and got completely caught up in its culture and lived and breathed the experience there. I traveled with one back pack, we hired a scooter with a surf board attached to the side and explored the island that stretches 3,000 miles from east to west and is home to 200 million people.
Here’s a little glimpse of what I experienced in Bali – it gave me the chills pulling these from my facebook album.
A Sunday offering on a beach which finished with everyone dancing and clapping in the ocean. A rice field in Ubud, a shack draped in beautiful dyed scarves, a bungalow where we stayed, the breathtaking sun set that we watched from our window before we went to eat fresh grilled fish on the beach, a crafts market, long beach walks, perfect sets of waves. Night drives on the back of a scooter trying to find places to stay at night.
The place will remain a strong thought in my mind always.
an old receipt…a bit of torn notebook paper…a shopping list…a scrap from a magazine…some pencil and pen sketches…a splotch of watercolor…a scribble of crayon…these are the elements that make up the mixed media collages by diego naguel. they combine to create something that has a childlike feel, an innocent beauty that i can’t get enough of. see more here.