Sergio Rossi shoes often have me wishing that it was summer and I were rich; here are 3 pairs from his Spring/Summer '10 collection. Eenie meenie minie mo. They're all stunning, but for me the architecture on the solid black 'Court' Shoe is simply to die for.

2010

I can't get over tights; how much I love them and how many pairs I am constantly buying. When I get over this "broke chic" mindset that external forces are keeping me in *ahem, no job* I'm going to start splurging on Wolford's. No better way to release the inner French Sex Kitten that's been teetering under my surface like a soggy lilly pad.

I want you to know the world is going to end in 2012.

One of the last remaining dredges left over from the Alaska Gold Rush. This picture will never cease to remind me of the beauty and history here in Nome. It's weird how much it reminds me of the modern Wild West. I'll have to post pictures of Front Street, it's remarkable. 

I'm leaving Saturday. One way ticket purchased and Hostel accommodations reserved for Anchorage, then down to the Kenai Peninsula for a couple months assisting in Safari Wilderness trips throughout southern Alaska. This past month has lazily come to an end, guaranteeing a time me and Maggie won't soon forget. If you're interesting in checking out the company I'm working for (which I highly recommend for the perfect Alaskan getaway) the website is www.GreatAlaska.com . Maggie will be working and living 40 minutes away at www.SummitLakeLodge.com - the location of that lodge could make a heart skip a beat. 

I guess I should mention/apologize for the poor photo quality. My 10mp camera shit the bed, so I've been using my iPhone. But hey, for a cellular phone, they ain't too shabby. 

Alaskan Backscratcher

This is what we call an Alaskan Backscratcher. It is the severed, dried foot of a swan. Being a long standing vegetarian, I can not condone the removal of Swan's feet for personal use. This was my dad's, and funny enough one of them was stolen just last week, he had the full set. 

And yes, it rests on the porch on top of an empty keg.

Some croquis I whipped together for a short presentation/concept board, the theme was "Vintage St. Tropez". Think classic Bridgitte Bardot meets Coco Chanel in the summertime.

first post :)

We have arrived in the land of plenty, the last great frontier, the wild. 
Erase all your misconceptions about Alaska;
red state, Sarah Pahlin, highest number of suicides, darkness...
Here lies the true American Dream. 
Where you come to survive and make due.
Where you are put to the test, and your wits need to be sharper than the tiger's tooth. 
When I'm here, I'm not from California. You can't trust people who live in California.
When I'm here, I say I'm from Maine, and eyebrows lower just a little bit.