potato…with a halo

potato with a halo in a latte

i have a whole series of images about mysterious shapes that appear accidentally in my lattes.
i say &#39accidentally,&#39 because most of them happen in Starbucks, where in fact they are:

a) NOT allowed to do coffee art

b) their equipment has become homogenized (pardon the pun) to the point that it does not produce the right foamy conditions to be able to do so (according to my secret sources!)

with that being said…sometimes the milk defies the odds and a shape appears. this one, as named by barista and cool guy Milan, is titled:

&#34potato with a halo.&#34

it doesn&#39t take a lot to keep me entertained.

23
Jul 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
CATEGORY

coffee klatch, things

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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.

20
Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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a little bit of warrior…

urban warrior

never hurt anyone.

i don&#39t know why, but i have this unnatural obsession with all things &#39gladiator.&#39

it&#39s really kind of my thing.

maybe it stems from my early NYC days when the city was tough; and it was extra comforting to feel like i was equipped with my own external toughness, that i had to build up over time; albeit with fashion.

so now i feel much better exploring the world…while wearing some form of urban armor.

sandals: Zara, Portugal

14
Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
CATEGORY

stylized, things

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note to self: fake it…til’ you make it

bulletin board shoe

so this is how creatives&#39 minds work:

we&#39re all having a discussion…one person refers to the &#34fake it until you make it&#34 phenomenon in regards to getting over a broken relationship, another person feels the urge to write that on a Post It note in their own font (me, in this case) and then another person comments on the design of the other&#39s shoe…and remarks that since the heel happens to be made of cork – wouldn&#39t it be amazing to be able to design a cork platform shoe… where you can thumbtack your notes to your shoe…and i say &#34wait. that can be done.&#34

which of course leads to me taking off my shoe, and us doing a photo shoot at our desk, with several people art directing the photo shoot.

voilá! a bulletin board shoe.

p.s. it needs to be said that i had some nearly identical shoes back in 6th grade…which can only mean that 70&#39s are BACK. The Circle of Life.

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.

21
May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
CATEGORY

people, places, things

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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

17
May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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namaste…watermelon

watermelon dropped on a yoga instructor

recently my oh-so-thoughtful boyfriend gave me a 5 pass yoga gift…to try it out. i had never done yoga before; i can&#39t even touch my toes, and everyone can use a little stress relief sometimes. so i went to 2 classes and survived; but it was hard! and i realized i had no earthly idea what all the terminology was, and what the names of the poses even meant.

so the opportunity popped up randomly elsewhere to do a 45 minute &#34Yoga 101,&#34 and i seized it.
i figured i might as well learn the vocabulary if i&#39m going to try & tackle this.

the instructor was a very lithe, limber (and kind of tall) asian woman – and as i was fangirling at her perfect body (and wishing very hard that it was mine)…she pulled up her foot with a strap and i was aghast. her feet were GNARLY. almost like the abused feet of women in the 1940&#39s from wearing very, very pinched and pointy heels -as if their toes were held prisoners and left with giant bunions. and the toes suddenly left the expedition and followed the needle in a different direction on the compass. i&#39ve seen it before on my grandmothers. (*note: i have also recently fractured my left foot from said ridiculous high heeled shoes.)

looming large on one of her feet was a bunion the size of…well, Paul Bunyan.

as she concluded the class, she gave words of encouragement and urged us not to get discouraged and &#34NOT come back&#34 because we &#34couldn&#39t do it yet.&#34 (very comforting)

and then she dropped the bomb, literally.

she chuckled and said that if it hadn&#39t been for dropping a huge watermelon on her foot that did so much damage that she could do NO other exercise…she would have never taken up yoga in the first place.

NAMASTE.

14
May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
CATEGORY

people, things

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my hat’s off…to you

vintage sequin hat on mannequin

provenance:

mannequin head> acquired during a summer job as a makeup artist at a very posh Saks Fifth Avenue in Baltimore (they were getting rid of them) sequin hat> was having new freelance design business meeting at Goodwill HQ in Dallas> saw the hat on the way to meeting that reminded me of my grandmother> had to buy it> still have the hat> after moving the mannequin heads (she had a twin) between 2 cities and two continents for years> sold them to Dolly Python

09
May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
CATEGORY

stylized, things

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my kingdom…for an artichoke

PH Artichoke Pendant

bear with me – this story goes down the rabbit hole a little…just to visually enjoy geek out about a lighting fixture.

let me preface it by saying i used to design lighting; so i have a real love and penchant for anything that smacks of a cool LAMP.

the provenance of happening upon this amazing (real? knock off?) PH Artichoke Pendant is as follows:

wore ridiculous high heels for too long > fractured my foot in them > healed the foot > bulging disc in my back mysteriously appeared > not sure if any of this had to do with getting run over by a bike messenger in NYC long ago > as a result of all this lunacy had to go see a back specialist > confronted by the Holy Grail of all pendant lights, right then & there in the medical building.

and let me say…i never got the chance to become acquainted with the subtleties and pleasures of an artichoke; they just don&#39t eat them where i come from.

but NOW…i really appreciate a good artichoke; even better, under a groovy artichoke lamp.

don&#39t you?