socks, stripes…and serendipity

while sitting at a hair salon, i happened to glance sideways and saw a cool Stüssy cap perched on the station; and so i carried my glance further to see who it belonged to. it belonged to a very chill and stylish guy, who looked like he walked out of an ad in Surfer magazine, and an arbiter of style, at that.

my eyes were riveted downward, to his footwear…how great is this. like a little vignette of righteous self expression…but not at eye level; at FLOOR level.

and, i might add, he was very gracious to let me snap a pic… so that i could show all of you.

stripes man

soak it in.

the Tao of…Tableness

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i bought a cool little midcentury modern side table that matches all of my other &#39table family&#39 on ebay. the seller happened to also live in Dallas; so we agree to meet to exchange the table.

here&#39s how the Tao of Tableness went:

we meet near the Infomart parking lot, which i marvel over again up close; and find a curious feline pharoah gargoyle guarding the building…at which point the guy, (a total stranger) who works in IT, senses that we both like design-y things… and points me down the street to the galleries, and that i should check out Dragon St. a little further.

i do; and as i park, i spot and am entranced by a little rainbow anodized flat wrench that i find laying on the ground… which fits in perfectly with the notorious &#34dropped and found&#34 photo series that i&#39ve been doing for a few years; and it points in the direction of a very hip looking café that i decide right then and there…i must go try. (at this point, i&#39m famished)

it is Ascension Coffee & Wine Bar…right next to The Meddlesome Moth (the vine window). i almost passed out with joy after one bite of the bacon frittata with tomato jam, (ohhhhh, tomato jam, i love you!) and the gorgeous latte rosetta that swirls itself into my cup and nests seductively within the rim, as i fawn over it.

refreshed & inspired, i hit the galleries – and see some great photographs that include artful arrangements of old fashioned criminal mugshots, tilt-shift photographs of a bullfight, and even some anthropomorphic, posturing red mailboxes.

so, to recap:

>buy a vintage table on ebay> bond with stranger over art & design> find found object on the ground that points to amazing food> see amazing art> blog about it.

Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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sound byte…overheard

and i said f*ck it!

i’m just keepin’ that motherf*ckin’ pumpkin patch color
on my head.&#34

-a lady standing in line, to another lady, on her hair dyeing tribulations

Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera

people, sound bytes

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these boots are made for…Turkey

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passed by a turkish store and saw these cheerful looking boots hanging out outside. and thought in light of all the mess in Istanbul, Turkey, of late – maybe a hopeful thought might be in order.

now…i know the owner of this turkish store; i know his brother, who has this hotel, the Aristocrat; i know the brothers&#39 brother, i know the brothers&#39 cousin, the cousin&#39s cousin&#39s brother…you get the idea. i have had turkish tea at sundown on the sidewalk with them on a magic carpet (ok it wasn&#39t magic but more fun to pretend that it was). and i&#39ve watched their store for a few weeks as a favor, while they went to Turkey. they&#39re all characters; they have run through a lot of young female staff, so the story goes…and are always doing 1000 businesses on the side…but always greet me & treat me with respect, and trust me. the original brother is opening a new restaurant, and i&#39m sure it won&#39t disappoint.

weirdly, i get mistaken for being turkish quite often…and was once at a cycling party with m boyfriend&#39s cycling cronies where we all discovered that one of his scottish friend&#39s wife and i looked eerily alike…everyone kind of did a double take, including the the woman and me. her name is Tuna; Tuna the Turk. not to be confused with Trina Turk, the designer, who i don&#39t believe is turkish – but has some great women&#39s, men&#39s and home fashions.

none of this is as serious as the people of Turkey revolting and asserting their rights – and i&#39ve never been to Turkey (yet) but it seemed all fitting, and worthy of a mention.

i wish them all well in their plight; and i hope they achieve, metaphorically at least, Turkish Delight.

Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera

people, places, stylized

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overheard…Game of Thrones mania

midget porn and your mother doesn’t mix. i am NEVER doing that again.

-Karen, talking about her 21 year old son watching Sunday&#39s epic episode with her

if that girl or any of her dragons get killed… i’m gonna be PISSED.


Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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happy trails….to me

i used to ride. pretty intensely. and it looked like this:

Main Attraction


my horse&#39s show name was &#34Main Attraction&#34 – his stable name & nickname…&#34Antonio.&#34 because my riding teacher&#39s husband deemed that he had a red-hot temper just like a latin man.

fast forward 20+ years later:

i was missing riding, and hadn&#39t done it in as many years. and my boyfriend recognized that; and bought me a trail ride as a birthday gift (very perceptive, he is)

and so off we went to another part of Dallas, driving through roads full of surreal megamansions that belonged to CEOs and superathletes…and then out of nowhere, came upon this dusty little ranch.

it was great, and after about a half a minute of anxiety not having been sitting on top of 1200 pounds of horseflesh for many years, it all dissolved; and i was happy as a clam.

or a cowgirl, this time.

p.s. the ranch owner assigned me what she called the more difficult &#34ADD&#34 horse, according to my higher level of experience – to which Marco replied wryly…&#34hmmm. perfect match.&#34

sound byte

someday… i&#39d rather say &#34oh well…&#34 than say &#34what if…?&#34

– William Binns, requoting his friend

Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera


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Dr. Doolittle…stopped off for a latte

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so the spring skies open up, and what better to do…than take your MENAGERIE out for coffee?

i picture that Dr. Dolittle is just offscreen, and his favorite companian Polynesia the parrot is entertaining the other patrons…while Gub-Gub the pig takes a siesta underneath the table.

if this wasn&#39t in this suburbs…i&#39d expect Dr. Doolittle to slide by on his giant snail, pick up his travelers and be on his way with a latte in his hand.

May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera

people, places, things

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not hemming and hawing…

this is Julie.

she happens to be wearing an amazing pair of perfectly fitted vintage pants…and she is 6&#39 tall, wearing them so elegantly.

she was sauntering very gracefully along in said amazing pants – until i stopped her, of course.

look at the clever hem on the &#34cuff!&#34 it’s pinched, like sewing trickery that fools the eye.

like trompe l’ oeil, but on a pair of pants.

Julie in vintage pants



May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera

people, stylized, vintage

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the typewriter…type

sometimes i just write letters to people…to be bold.

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i happened upon a girl named Becca, sitting outside with her mint colored Hermes 3000 vintage typewriter…rhythmically pecking away to her heart&#39s content, outside at a Starbucks.

she collects vintage typewriters, and likes to just write letters and such; to harken back to more genuine, tangible times. ironically, she showed me a photo of a few of her vintage typewriter collection…on her iphone, whose screen was cracked to smithereens.

but never mind, she still had her modus operandi of communication.

she was charming, as was her &#34QWERTY keyboard.&#34

May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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