27 Monday Sep 2010
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Antonia Genovia, beautiful, Beauty, Fashion, Half Moon Bay, Lauren DiMarco, Oleg Galagan, Photography
© Antonio Genovia
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day…
Oscar Hammerstein II
Half Moon Bay beckoned me this morning. I walked along the shore at high tide and dodged the waves that claimed nearly half the beach.
© Joan Currie
© Joan Currie
Models – Lauren DiMarco and Oleg Galagan
25 Saturday Sep 2010
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© Eleven Orchids Photography
The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.
I visited my maternal grandfather only a couple of times, but during each stay he smoked White Owl cigars. Since his passing over thirty years ago, every time I smell a cigar I am instantly transported back to those few, special moments I had alone with him. The most memorable one was when he taught me how to draw a five-pointed star. I traced his pencil lines following his simple directions: across town, downtown, uptown, downtown, and back home again.
23 Thursday Sep 2010
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© Joan Currie
When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
James Whitcomb Riley
Autumn arrived last night as I took an evening stroll under the light of the full harvest moon. The moon was extraordinarily bright and I was sure to make a wish as the autumnal equinox will not coincide with a harvest moon again until 2029 in the northern hemisphere.
19 Sunday Sep 2010
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© Joan Currie
Untamed, disorderly, untainted by grandeur or pomp, untamable by council or committee, Jemaa El Fna is nothing less than bedlam.
Time Out Marrakech
My architect-adventurer daughter and I frequently travel together. We arrived in the Marrakech’s main square, Jemaa El Fna, at dusk. The out-of-focus photographs really captures the craziness of thousands of people of all nationalities pushing, pulsating to the drums, steering clear of the snake charmers, bargaining with the stall vendors, and feasting at large communal tables. We ordered a chicken pie that looked very much like the standard pot pies back home. It tasted like chicken but turned out to be pigeon!
17 Friday Sep 2010
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© Catherine Lee
My boots weren’t made for walking, they are works of contemporary art.
Lauren DiMarco
My daughter considered urban graffiti a legitimate art form even before she lived in São Paulo, Brazil, “the current worldwide mecca of graffiti.” When Christian Louboutin designed these radical red calf boots she had to have them – not to wear, but to display.
© Joan Currie - Christian Louboutin Boots
© Joan Currie - San Francisco Graffiti
Model – Lauren DiMarco
16 Thursday Sep 2010
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© Lydia Hudgens
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
Autumn is my favorite season! Inspired by my glass pumpkin and the pumpkins in the fields and markets, I decided to inject some orange to my decor and wardrobe to spice things up for fall. First, I planned to repaint my navajo white gallery wall with a rich earth tone. In the paint store I was drawn to color samples with lovely sounding names like Amontillado, Savannah, and Calliope, but finally settled on Chutney.
Being half Dutch, I had no choice but to wear orange at the World Cup Soccer events in San Francisco last June and July. In addition to the excitement of the games, the color orange made me feel energetic, invigorated, passionate, and sensual! Since then, I have chosen several accessories from the orange-red to orange-yellow and gold range to accent my wardrobe and have discovered that I have a penchant for that color!
Model: Lauren DiMarco
14 Tuesday Sep 2010
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beautiful, Beauty, Brazil, Copacabana Palace Hotel, Crosby Stills & Nash, Fashion, Nicolo Sertorio, Rio, Southern Cross
© Nicolo Sertorio
When you see the Southern Cross
For the first time
You understand now
Why you came this way…
Crosby, Stills & Nash (song)
I saw the Southern Cross for the first time floating on my back in the pool at the Copacabana Palace Hotel in Rio. The constellation’s five stars directly overhead were completely visible in the jet black sky. I stared at the heavens transfixed, bobbing in the water with the soothing sounds of the surf breaking onto the beach just across the Avenida Atlântica, and knew that I would remember that moment forever.
Copacabana Palace Hotel, Rio
Model – Lauren Currie
11 Saturday Sep 2010
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Architecture, beautiful, Beauty, Brazil, Guanabara Bay, MAC, Musea da Arte Comtemporânea, Niteroi, Oscar Niemeyer, Photography, Rio, Travel
© Joan Currie - MAC
Reason is the enemy of imagination.
A razão é inimiga da imaginação.
Oscar Niemeyer
When I visited my daughter in Brazil, she promised to show me the wonders of Rio de Janeiro. Although I adored that city, another city across Guanabara Bay, called Niterói, was even more enchanting. Oscar Niemeyer’s flying saucer-like Museu da Arte Comtemporânea (MAC) dominated the skyline. Its location overlooking the Bay toward Rio reminded me of the view of San Francisco from Sausalito. After examining several art exhibits, we strolled along the shore from the MAC to the bustling ferry building.
On the second floor balcony we feasted on Bob’s hamburgers and Guaraná sodas and watched the sunset. As darkness fell, the riot of Rio’s neon lights began to obliterate Sugarloaf and the other volcanic mountains, save for a patch of white light atop Corcovado mountain that illuminated the statue of Christ the Redeemer. The ferry ride back to Rio was magical, even for the locals. We crossed the Bay in silence enchanted by the beauty all around us.
© Joan Currie - Guanabara Bay
09 Thursday Sep 2010
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© Bill McClaren
I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
Lerner and Loewe
My all-time best date night was at the Maple Leaf Ball in Boston when Bobby Orr, of Boston Bruins fame, was the co-host. When he greeted me I reminded him that I had had a summer job working at the Press Department at the Canadian National Exhibition, and had escorted him to see his Hockey Hall of Fame exhibit there for the first time.
Later on the dance floor my date, a huge Bruins fan, pointed to Bobby Orr on the balcony and said -“There’s Bobby Orr!”I looked up and Bobby Orr waved and said, “Hi, Joan!” Needless to say, my date was very impressed.
Models – Lauren Currie & Oleg Galagan
08 Wednesday Sep 2010
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beautiful, Jesper Brandt, Lucy Macdonald, Memoir, Photography, Sailboat racing, Sailing, Writing
© Jesper Brandt
The initial bond is the shared experience.
Lucy Macdonald
Some time ago, I signed up to crew in an overnight yacht race across Lake Ontario from Toronto to Rochester and back. I had sailed with this all-male crew many times before, save for one new member, John, who was to share the same watch.
Once under sail, both the weather and our stomachs turned bad. It was the worst night of my life – apocalyptic downpours requiring the storm jibs to be changed every hour, heaving over the sides of the boat, the boom hit John in the head and sent him flying overboard, the skipper and first mate had a fist fight on deck, and we were disqualified from the race for hitting another boat.
The next day, I received a phone call from John telling me that the night before had been the best of his life! He wanted me to be the mother of his children and there was another overnight race the coming weekend – when could he pick me up? Was it the head injury or did this man, after witnessing me at my sick and bedraggled worst, still want to meet me again? It was amazing how we had such different takes on the same experience, but beautiful in that John saw beyond the difficulties of the event and still wanted to go back for more.
© Jesper Brandt
Satin & Sand 