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under the Woodstock Bridge swim 6
Woodstock covered bridge
Gillinghams
Woodstock cemetary
cheese
Sugarbush cheese tasting
yes, VERMONT!
Sugarbush Farm
my face at Sugarbush
goats
feeding goats
DM feeding horse
DM feeding horses
under the Woodstock Bridge swim 7
under the Woodstock Bridge swim 5
under the Woodstock Bridge swim 4
under the Woodstock Bridge swim 3
under the Woodstock Bridge swim 1
first round of cheese
Vermont! 2013
local eggs are out
Earnest 2
Ottaquechee
before the first river swim
Dom
morning feet
Church Street
Harpoon Brewery, VT 5
Harpoon Brewery, VT 4
Harpoon Brewery, VT 3
Harpoon Brewery, VT 2
Harpoon Brewery, VT

awesome sink at our placeMarsh Billings
E and me
garden at Marsh Billings Rockefeller
Vermont trees
Ottaquechee River
breakfaston the way to SugarbushSustainable Farmer, Windsor VT
prepping the flaslight
Earnest in the dark
night time walk
the moon

Dominic took a few days off of a work and he arranged a last minute trip to Woodstock, Vermont. Last year, Jeso and I went to visit the HM and we swam in rivers and were totally in love with nature.

This year, Dominic fell in love with nature. We also met the HM and R-money under the Woodstock Bridge to go swimming. We also ate cheese. So. Much. Cheese.

One thing I noticed on our trip was that Vermont has a certain fascination with Art Nouveau fonts. I wondered if maybe there was a better option than Arnold Boecklin for signs for hair salons and clothing boutiques.

DM and I visited Sugarbush Farm while we were in Woodstock as well. We fed the livestock (do you know how weird goat’s tongues are? And visited the sugar house, and also taste tested cheese (as we had done every day before then as well).

We also attempted a star viewing one night, but I became radically afraid of being eaten by a bear so I made Dominic pack up the blanket. “WHAT IF WE DIE!?” I cried. This is obviously ridiculous but I am thankful he didn’t make me live through my fear. If I didn’t have a nervous breakdown about being mauled by a bear, I would have eventually come to have a nervous breakdown while looking at the stars. Lying on a blanket and looking into a dark sky feels both like you’re laying on the floor of a dimmed Grand Central and like you are looking into the universe (which you are) and has an effect of nausea and awe. I kept waiting for someone to step on me. This is not normal.

As we were heading towards I-91 for the trip home I screamed, “we won’t forget you! Promise me you’ll write! I love you, Vermont!”

I’ve got fingers, toes and eyes crossed that maybe I can go back again before 2013 ends. Earnest’s paws are crossed too, as he loved rolling around in some kind of animal poop-a-loop in the yard which forced me to give him a bath with Tresemme. While not made for dogs, he certainly is the shiniest I’ve ever seen him.


You can see posts from last year’s trip here here.

visual overload
vomit clean up fee
road signage
just uniting
Farmhouse bar
Farmhouse lunch
on top of Live Lab
metallic tits
love tag
Chicago hot dogs
signage
calling the number
elevated train
crossing a bridge with bride/groom
Oriental 1
Oriental 2
the bean
this is the bean.
reflections in the bean 4
girls
Crown Fountain 1
Crown Fountain 2
Crown Fountain 3
Chicago River
Wrigley Building silhouette
bike at a stoplight
signage
HG & JO in front of Empire Liquor 5
Wicker Park, building
Wicker Park facade
Wicker Park storefronts
flowers in Wicker Park
1400 (with a gd Starbucks straw)
feet
Jeso in a stiletto chair
Boring
Bangers & Lace 1
seizure of the eye
Bangers & Lace 2
Chicago reader stand
sun setting on Chicago
train lines
Chicago alley
waiting for the train
Chicago train
street art
Constellation//Links Hall
vice 3
vice 7
self timed floor pic
show order
cat.
still life with a banana (in the dressing room)
program

prop placing 2
Core Project Going Dutch
AS
outside Links Hall
90 Miles
empty lot 1
empty lot 3
in between shows
galactic ceiling
dressing room
cat face
7pm show
gin fizzes to celebrate
Constellation//Links Hall
Chicago deep dish
yes, pizza, yes
early morning airport call
Chicago cab
6am cab ride
bai Chicago

cakeface’s Chicago trip was a success.

I’ve never been to Chicago, which meant Jeso, AS and our host, Hope, guided me around the city. Our first day in town, Friday, had beautiful weather so we walked around town. I don’t know anything about Chicago, but I do know that everyone I’ve ever seen that goes to Chicago goes and takes a picture of “the bean”/the actual name is Cloud Gate.

First impression: the idea I had in my head was that Cloud Gate was in a very long, narrow plaza. That was incorrect. It’s more like a square, in the middle of a park. Secondly, my belief that a bunch of people would be taking pictures of their reflection was totally right on. Jeso so kindly documented this for me. Lastly, I had no idea how beautiful it would look on a sunny, cloudless day. Watching the sky and the buildings in the morphed reflection was amazing.

We walked around Wicker Park. Jeso and I shared a foie gras hot dog (not pictured) and also took an evening walk to Marshall’s because she forgot her strapless bra to go under her costume (also not pictured).

Saturday we spent in the theater. Links Hall is a big, beautiful open space. We performed vice. (with mary kate) which is the first piece cakeface created and performed. Two shows and many sequined boleros later, I had my first non-Pizzeria-Uno Chicago deep dish pizza experience. It was less like runny pie and actually more like pizza that I suspected it would be, and I am in full support of polenta crust. Though, my advice to others would be not to eat it at midnight. Just saying.

Sunday morning required a 5:30AM wake up and then carting our asses to the airport. The upside to doing things like this is that you arrive back in New York before noon.

Hey Chicago, thanks for having us. We like you.

vice. (with mary kate) from cakeface on Vimeo.

wake up
poop walk
morning walk
parking garage
fork etc
Lombard
Lombard
pup-a-lup
mobile navigation that i want to set on fire
car ride
truck
mask with an eye patch
trailing lights
from February

I didn’t have a USB cord with my in Philly, so these are overdue.

This day was one thousand degrees Fahrenheit. After walking dogs and grocery shopping, Dominic and I went to his friend’s house in Jersey to swim. Here, I captivated the attention of a 4-1/2 year old who was impressed with my rainbow drawing skills. She made me that mask in the third to last pic.

The last picture is from the Philip Lim after party…
Which was in February…

I love a good, random surprise.


Here are other photo diary entries:
December 1 2012
January 1 2013
February 1 2013
March 1 2013
April 1 2013
May 1 2013

Cap’n Cara, Jeso and I were in Boston this past weekend for Boston Calling. We drank whiskey in the rain (and I mean, frigid, fucking rain) on Saturday, danced to fun., repeatedly put cooked food in our pockets and bags (that was me) and forgot about it, and strategized on how to stay warm. Containing your own body heat hardly seems a problem one should be having on Memorial Day weekend, but I fear if it had been warmer out that the portable toilet situation would not have been as odor free as it was.

Speaking of porta-potties… Jeso came back from the john on Saturday night and told me she could hear me laughing from the beer garden while she was taking a whiz a good 50 feet away.

New idea for a band name: I Came to Hear You Laugh.

I’ve already got tee-shirt designs in the works.

lights

image by only alice

Untitled

image by clownbastard

walking at night, bushwick to queens

image by arimoore

20110422 - Albireo - Double Star in Cygnus

photo by Ken_Lord

light: curtain

photo by jessicakelly

Unmade bed

photo by depeche_rod

The Perfect Scrambled Eggs

photo by Ali Elan

Fun in the Dark, Pt 2

photo by voteprime

Blue Water Droplets (IMG_3637)

photo by Ed_Towned

watching tv in the attic

photo by ISOtob

 

Dominic and I both thought yesterday was the first of the month.

There is no excuse for this enormous mistake other than we never double checked the date. Thus, this photo diary is really from March 31. My personal challenge: finding photos from other people to illustrate my day… which was – late night dancing, sleeping, eating brunch, and then going back to sleep.


Here are other photo diary entries:
December 1 2012
January 1 2013
February 1 2013
March 1 2013

#altj

Jeso and I went to see Alt-J last night at Webster Hall. It was my belated birthday present, a celebration of making it to 27-1/2 and a little beyond. At the show Jeso bought me a tee-shirt (which I wore today!), and a vinyl for herself. No less than 3 people said “you bought the vinyl?” then continued to have conversations with her. I held it for her while she went to the bathroom and no one talked to me. This is not surprising.

Birthday music weekend continues tonight! Sufjan at BAM. This is Jeso’s birthday present from me. We didn’t make it to Napa for her 3-0, but I think this weekend of music is a pretty great alternative.

It’s Thursday!

I took a self imposed weekend Monday and Tuesday.

On my way to this right now. #nyfw
Monday Funday
Not going to work on a #Monday suits you. #funday
3.1 Phillip Lim
3.1 Phillip Lim
3.1 Phillip Lim
3.1 Phillip Lim
3.1 Phillip Lim
3.1 Phillip Lim
3.1 Phillip Lim
3.1 Phillip Lim

Nathen, a friend of Dominic’s who I have now declared my own friend, designs accessories for 3.1 Philip Lim. He was super generous and invited us to the Fall 2013 show on Monday. It was a very cool way to spend a Monday afternoon. Also, seeing my boyfriend looking dapper and spending a weekday together is kind of like getting electrocuted, in a good way.

But, so, the show. WOW. [You can see the Vogue runway photos here.] The pure volume of pieces is impressive, if not the design of everything. So perfectly disheveled and cool and like… you would feel pretty badass wearing it. I saw this bag from a mile away and am now obsessed with it.

Nathen told me it’s rabbit fur. It must be so soft. This is where someone figuratively dumps blood on me, right?

Monday night was the after party. Dominic nearly cried (I am totally kidding) when he found out DJ Jazzy Jeff was DJing. There was sweaty dancing, and then a tired cab ride back to Bushwick… and inevitably I didn’t hydrate well enough while imbibing moonshine so Tuesday was… a little rough. But that’s ok when you pretend that it’s Sunday!