Designer Weims. Again.
This time for Getty Images. These two could soooooo be Oslo + Mies. The one in the background would be Mies. Totally.
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A collection of 206 issues
Flickr.
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Jesus saves...what?
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originally uploaded by callieo!.
Pennies? stamps? receipts? plastic bags? Anyway, I loved this sign and made my sister Carrie pull over so I could shoot it. Quintessential Route 66, no? Taken on Hwy 550 just north of Aztec, New Mexico.
Dogs and crack whores.
originally uploaded by Rigmarole.
This is a great shot. Anyway, I was walking the dogs today to the off-leash park in Belltown and as I was headed south on 3rd Ave between Wall and Bell streets, I heard this scary looking crack whore say to another woman as she walked
Marilyn, revisited.
Browsing through nymag.com yielded this fascinating slideshow: Lindsay Lohan does Marilyn. I remember hearing about it when it first came out, but it just now really caught my interest.
It's fascinating to see variations of the female form. As design objects, each element of a woman'
Campo de' Fiori.
Well, I’m finally here! The flight was long and I left my down pillow in Amsterdam, but I got here unscathed and after the earthquake happened (I think, anyway….).
I’m only posting briefly right now; Chang-Ling and I need to go to the grocery store before it closes.
For the love of good men and dogs.
I am a lucky girl. 2010 has been good to me, if only for the fact that I get to come home to a wonderful husband, a beautiful house with lots of white space and high ceilings, and exuberant, unconditional dog love every single day.
And all that without my
Test.
Firmly rooted (colour), originally uploaded by Daskar.
Screaming babies.
Another photographer I really like, Jill Greenberg. Her "End Times" exhibit especially. These may be hard to look at if you have children this age, but if you have teenagers in the midst of causing you stress and heartache, you might experience maybe just a teeny, tiny bit
On being female and not giving a f*ck.
I have always done what I needed to do, but when I tell people about my childhood and early adulthood and register their responses to my stories, I realize just how unusual my past was. Perhaps not everybody could have done what I did under similar circumstances (if you do