"For some reason, my mission in life is to make everybody as uneasy as possible. I think we should all be as uneasy as possible, because that's what the world is like." -Edward Gorey

From a Vogue I Actually Bought

I should really just subscribe.  At 3.99 a pop, it would be worth it.  However, what I would Really love to have right now is Vogue Collections ($39.95!!)

The Days I Really Appreciate San Francisco

The days of sunshine, blue skies, and just a few thin white clouds speeding across the sky.  When walking down Sutter means seeing the tall, jagged Financial District buildings (my favorites) in crystal clear light.  Days that make anything feel possible simply because of the weather.  

But I can't forget the fog.  Gray mornings with thick, damp air that hovers over the tops of brown, beige, and white SF skyscrapers makes the 7am walk to work all the more manageable.  The buildings always win over the fog.  

Summer This Year

Summer Last Year

It's Summer Time.

Time to force some inspiration. Through blogging. Because isn't it what people do these days. You are no one until you have a blog. So, onward for me!

I decided today that my "interests," if I were to list them on facebook, would be most accurately described in the shortest amount of words as those which require me to exert the least amount of energy. I don't think this is because I am lazy in the typical way, it's just that I legitimately think I am weighed down by my thoughts.

Today I walked through the Jackson Square Historic District in San Francisco. It was most beautiful and I wanted to move there. Very Charlotte York. Who I think I secretly want to be. Just with a dash more of scatterbrain and heavy dose of eclecticism in my dreamy Park Avenue apartment.

(I didn't take this. Because that would have been the smart blogger thing to do. But it is one of the buildings I loved. I just didn't know it was famous.)

The Hotaling Building in San Francisco's Jackson Square Historic District—
built in 1886 and the largest liquor repository on the west coast—
survived the 1906 Earthquake and Fire prompting Charles Field to write:
"If, as they say, God spanked the town for being over frisky,
why did he burn the churches down and save Hotaling's Whisky?"