Sometimes, I just get a WILD HAIR

Hair, Hair, Everywhere!

Comme c'est bizarre!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dutch Uncle

Dutch Uncle is a creative management agency that I found out about through Baubauhaus today. Dutch Uncle defines itself as someone who 'insists on candor, honesty, truthfulness, and asks the tough moral and ethical questions -- before anyone else does. You can be a Dutch Uncle if you care enough about other people and they know you care.' Am I a Dutch Uncle? Are you?

Here's a hodgepodge of some of the illustrators' work who design for this company. I recognized this book cover, because it's on my "What to Read When I Return To the USA and Can Read Books in English Again" list.

This might come in handy next week:

This sign reminds me of sorority/fraternity pressure...or my girl scout experience.














Nike Installation:

Bats For Lashes Portrait















 Here's stuff by Dermot Flynn:

To even further verify the France one below:

"Good, bad or ugly, everyone has something to say about France and the French: chic, smart, sexy, rude, racist, bureaucratic, bitchy as hell, pavements studded with dog poo, baguettes that dry out by lunchtime and a penchant for torching cars is some of the chitchat on the street." - Lonely Planet

And here's stuff by SHOUT:

"Break free from consumerism!" Passport Smiles says after she bought 3 pairs of shoes.

The Big Wigs

And by Tavis Coburn:

SCHOOOOOOOOOOOL'S OUT FOR-EVER!

Nick Dewar

I discovered Nick Dewar's website on Please Hide today, just a day after he died at 37 years old. I became quite smitten with his work. I recognize some of his stuff, most notably the book cover of The Devil Wears Prada. You can see more here.

 

 

The one above reminded me of Weezer's "Sweater Song": If you want to destroy my sweater/ Pull this thread as I walk away/ Watch me unvravel, I'll soon be naked...I've come undone.

Metz, I love you too.

In the freezing cold, I went to Metz this weekend, and I heart Metz. I prefer it to Nancy.

I warmed up with some Vin Chaud (hot wine with cinnamon and orange=yum!) at White.

While Michaela got milk and honey.

And I was lovin' what was going on in the background

I also bought 3 pairs of shoes @ Andre. AH! But it was the end of Les Soldes. I had to "profiter."


Then we stumbled upon Cathédrale Saint-Étienne. Barely anyone was there, so we had the place almost to ourselves.

Where we saw Joseph teaching Jesus to walk.

Europeans don't know how lucky they are to have Cathedrals from the 14th century like this at their fingertips.

It's sheer size and majesty makes you feel the way you do when standing by the ocean. You realize how small you truly are and how big God is.

I also finished (finally!) the 3rd Harry Potter in French

and finished Greek. So sad.

So I now am watching Glee

Similar to my sentiments over Metz, I went goo-goo gah-gah over this video, Danseuse. Watch it and you will be dazzled: