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Here’s to the Season of Light

Interfaith.Personal Message

May it be filled with collaboration and miracles.

Interfaith by Michael DuMontier and Neil Farber




Resilience

thisisn'thappiness

Decades before there was a reason, I had a free-floating anxiety of standing at my mother’s grave site without a husband. When that moment actually arrived, I managed to go through it, alone but intact. What has been your hardest moment so far?

Image from thisisn’thappiness




A Pop of Color

Horst P. Horst.1939. Vogue

When I moved from San Francisco to L.A., I brought along a wardrobe of mostly black. This was practical in the Bay Area where the weather was crisp. But in the southland, with heat and sun that persists for so much of the year, all black no longer made sense. Slowly, but steadily, I began to add light into my wardrobe. At first, it was tans, taupes and whites, but now I have a fuchsia blouse, a teal-striped tee, even cherry red shoes.

Photo: Horst for Vogue, 1939




No Need to Wait

Designcrush.Dories Lessing

Words to live by.

Illustration by Designcrush




What Was the Best Book You Read in 2014?

Amandine Alessandra

Emily Dickinson (born on this day) said: “If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire ever can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”

Artwork from Amandine Alessandra




What Comes First?

What Came First.Kyle Bean

 

Artwork by Kyle Bean




Evolution of Communication

Kyle Bean.Cell phones

Over the weekend, a friend called. This is something out of the ordinary for us, and in fact, the last time he phoned it was to tell me that a mutual acquaintance had been diagnosed with breast cancer. When I saw his name show up on my caller ID, I had a momentary flash of concern. It turned out he just wanted to chat. When did it happen that phone calls became quaint like letter writing or sending birthday cards by mail?

Photo by Kyle Bean




End of Week Zen

This makes me happy. Design at its giddy best. Have a great weekend!




Who Gets You?

Kelly Puissegur

My dog gets me. She loves me no matter how bad I look (though I do get an incredulous stare when she’s refused treats). One of my oldest friends gets me. Decades ago, when we first met, it was as if we’d known each other for lifetimes. One of my newest friends gets me. We emerged from different backgrounds and generations and yet have so much in common. With all of them, I can be me. It’s a most relaxing feeling. Who gets you?

Painting by Kelly Puissegur

 




Do It!

designcrush

Illustration from designcrush