I've been participating in polaroid week for eleven years now. eleven years. which I find quite hard to believe. forever grateful for the inspiration and encouragement this community has provided over the years and will now say what I always say: polaroid week over on flickr feels like the last true bastion of authentic internet community. (above polaroids were some of my offerings to the group this past week)
things you hear in a modern dance class, part one: your pelvis is a bowl broaden your scapula let the top of your head float move in full sentences let your weight take you carve out space unfurl your spine (maaaaaaan I miss it)
messages put in the plastic eggs today for the easter egg hunt: "this is a magic egg, I'm serious" "redeem this slip of paper for a magical penny from the magical jar of magical pennies" "redeem this slip of paper for a magical condiment packet from the magical box of magical condiment packets" "you are hereby required to give all your orange jelly beans to mom aka aunt andrea" "hop like a bunny or forfeit your easter candy" "if you are reading this slip of paper that means you are alive and that should be prize enough" "for real though I will take you to sonic"
things I'm doing this week: painting walls white cutting dogwood branches to bring inside shooting for polaroid week working on a new piece for uppercase making cascarones for easter hoarding orange jelly beans opening all the windows, all the livelong day
things I told myself today: it's a gift to have laundry to do it's a gift to have a body able to do the work laundry requires it's a gift to have access to a laundromat where clothes can by washed and dried it's a gift to have a car that will take me to said laundromat and then back home again it's a gift it's a gift it's a gift (I do believe this) (even if it sounds like I don't)
brushes with celebrity (the order in which they occurred): evander holyfield, in the stairwell at an ailey show digable planets (sans ladybug mecca), on a brooklyn street corner, right after their first album came out kriss kross, at an atlanta movie theatre concession stand, whom I inexplicably felt compelled to tell just "how great I thought cherry slushies were" sigourney weaver, at the moma gift shop, towering over the art books lauren graham, at a los angeles antique shop, bored isaac mizrahi, in the village, walking a teeny tiny toy dog andre 3000, at an atlanta movie theatre, wearing a periwinkle silk turban I REPEAT, ANDRE 3000 AT A MOVIE THEATRE, WEARING A PERIWINKLE SILK TURBAN carrie brownstein, at my target in portland, looking at the same cheapo clothes I was natalie portman, shopping for vintage on the lodekka bus while I was working there, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses and bejeweled flip flops in the middle of summer maggie gyllenhaal and peter sarsgaard, in park slope, magical land of magical brownstones, yoga mats in tow
things we stopped the car for today: boiled peanuts a road lined with live oak trees a hand painted PEACHES sign googie architecture a coke from mcdonalds a favorite book store pimento cheese coffee coffee coffee
things found today: a jellyfish, beached unusual calling cards a pen shell, nearly completely intact a hidden spiral staircase the village lip lickers lip balm from my childhood a coppery colored olive small pieces of driftwood an old photograph of five women standing at the stern of a boat a teeny tiny eastern auger soft air