Johanna

LOVE AESTHETICS / Cracked White Denim DIY (by LoveAesthetics)

I think I get the most excited when I open Google Reader and find a post from this girl.

I think about this breakfast a lot. on Flickr.

I sent this picture to my Dad because it seemed like it might be a German brand. He responded, “Weck is a brand like Xerox … when German housewives wanted to preserve stuff for the winter they used these glass containers … it was called einwecken … just like you would say “let’s google … it was so ubiquitous that the brand became a verb.”

drownintothesound:

7am. letter writing. books. coffee. strangers. stares. snow. solitude in a moving place. watching the world wake up. thankful.

Dream party.

Wow, so angry! Of course these are 3 vast generalizations (and I admit I was surprised that such a love letter that described natives in this way was written by a native New Yorker)… but I still think it’s a beautiful piece of writing, and I always will.

And, are all transplants tourists? Or just the ones who take stereotypical pictures of downtown Manhattan? :) Feel free to comment, I’d love to hear/talk more about this.

utherben:

There is hubris and presumption in suggesting that Native New Yorkers take our city “for granted” , or that those “from elsewhere” supposedly “in quest of something” are more in touch psychogeographically than those of us who were born here. Seriously? Fuck that.

The photo’s nice though. For a tourist.

Holy whoah. Japanese multiplication. (by 15XG)

Success! on Flickr.

I sent this to Mister T as an idea for what to do on Valentine’s Day, and I was approved. It’s on, Tuco.

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company. – EB White, 1949

Ok so maybe I’m a little bit in love. on Flickr.

I’ve been wanting a motorcycle jacket for a few months, and happened upon one in a store that is the most obvious place to look for one but had never occurred to me. I thought about it afterward – throughout the burrito, the spy movie, and when I woke up the next morning.

Craig Colorusso sent me a link to this via my flavors page. Sun Boxes is a solar powered sound installation. Right up my alley. Reminds me of some of the Lost in Translation score.

This is so good.

commedesfuckdwn:

Hustler by Joey Roth

Dream breakfast. I want all of it right now.

Früstück mit Joanna.

Sunday breakfast on Flickr.

Breakfast at Little Skips. I had a bomb latte (latte with condensed milk) and sandwich with hard boiled egg, tomato, cheddar, avocado, and honey. Perfect start to a productive Sunday.

New lining! on Flickr.

I Tumbl’d this jacket when I first got it a couple of years ago. I still love it as much as I did on the first night, but over time the admittedly crappy lining it came with got torn to shreds. I took it to a tailor in the Lower East Side a couple of weeks ago, and here we are. I originally wanted a Veuve-Clicquot shade of orange, but I was too impatient to go to a fabric store and this pewter satin looked like it could work. Now I can’t imagine it without this lining. Impeccable job.