As I drive around Los Angeles, I am often mesmerized at how beautiful this city can be. Traffic, heat and contradictions notwithstanding, the beauty of the city unfolds slowly and, after, 20 years it still has the power to amaze me. This week, it’s amazement I am after, whether in the quotidian I see, the love of a special person I cannot afford to take for granted or women’s ingenuity.
One. By and large, the life of a writer sucks: rejection, blocks, insecurity, procrastination. Apparently, being a woman is also a disadvantage: this piece, featured in Jezebel, is far from a feminist rant. Catherine Nichols, prodded by friends, disguised her novel under a male moniker and the results were unexpected – and not in the ways you might think.
Two. My beloved and very serious New Yorker, can be funny. Sofagirl, I promise you. Here is proof. This also resonates because my phone is never more than a few inches far away from me and the real reason why I haven’t invested in an Apple watch is purely financial.
Three. Unlike New York, Los Angeles wouldn’t strike anyone as a city that was symmetrically planned. Yet, pockets of it are strangely maze-like, at least from a perspective unknown to most of its residents: from the air. Photographer Jeffrey Milstein gives us a bird’s eye view that is strangely moving.
Four. Bosnian artist Jasenko Dordevic was always into small things, with a special obsession for miniatures. His passion has translated into microscopic sculptures made from pencils’ tips. Dordevic applies an exacto knife to the graphite and achieves mind-boggling details (found on mymodernmet)
Five. Not exactly a “thing”, my mother is a wondrous creature: resourceful, upbeat, a glass half- -full kind of person. I am lucky to have her. So, if you are also lucky enough to have your mother in your life, don’t forget, even when she is annoying, pedantic, guilt-inducing or just plain wrong, what a gift she is.