Race the Sun

Shooting pics at dusk makes for some interesting lighting.

(photos by e.hunt)

The Thumbprints of the World

Went to the Flea Market last weekend for the first time.  I wore an easygoing, jeans and jacket combo with comfy boots for walking around in.  Overall the day was a success, for myself, and my fellow flea marketers.  We covered two sheds of booths and tables filled with all manner of, well, everything.  I found a few Christmas gifts, and a small neck scarf for myself.  The one that I am wearing though, is one of my Nana's that she got in Spain.

(photos by e.hunt)

Abstract Expressionism in an Abstract Sense

My favorite paper that I ever wrote during my years of education was for not for english, french, or even creative writing.  Nope, it was for Art History 101, one of the most interesting, entertaining, and influential classes I've ever taken.  Most of that had to do with the professor, an ancient, but feisty, petite woman who resembles a higher-voiced, more wirey Judi Dench.  The assignment was to compare an artist to another.  Seems simple, and rather boring/overdone, but there was a catch.  One was to be a traditional artist artist, while the other was to be pretty much anyone you wanted; musicians, athletes, actors, business executives, the coffee barista, or anybody who uses a skill to create something.
I have always been fascinated with modern art and the imagination and innovation that it takes to create it, so I knew I wanted the artist to be in that category.  Then I thought about what I am interested in and know enough about that I could ramble on about for a few pages.  Enter ice skating.  What about ice skating could I compare to some modern artist?  (I probably went running at this point because the run followed by a shower routine always seemed to help my brainstorming process).
And then it came to me.  The blade marks!  The marks the blades leave on the ice look like Jackson's Pollock's paintings!  Really, it is uncanny.

I went on to compare the historical relevance and evolution of the two, the way each "performs," how the marks are expressions of physical actions, the look of the finished product, and the ways it can be viewed and interpreted.  But what I'm really quite proud of is how many different ways I came up with to describe the marks themselves: drippy, swirly, curving, overlapping, splattering, pouring, jagged, uneven, random, patterns, sharp, skinny, wide, sudden breaks, deepness, indentions, lines, dots, splodges, tangled, intricacies, and of course, strokes.

(photos collected from googleimages)

The Emergence of Cities From Dying Civilizations

Everything gets older over time, even things that do not live.  And sometimes, it is even more interesting and beautiful than when it was new.  I cannot help but think that when the buildings that have been created in my lifetime begin to age, they will not do so quite as gracefully.

(photos collected from imgur, environmentalgraffiti, and pinterest)

You Don't Have to Be Wound So Tight

After work today I stopped at an interesting spot, attached my camera to the tripod, undid the legs to their full length, and turned it on to take some photos.  Except, a little window came up saying "Battery Exhausted" (it's been working hard), so, no pictures today!  Instead, here's a picture of a guy holding a tower of pumpkins.

(photo collected from turningpoint2)

I'll Have My Regular Please

I've been surprised at two of my favorite hangouts twice in the last week with my coffee drinks on the house!  It made my day both times.  I guess it pays to be a friendly neighborhood regular.

(photos by e.hunt)

Lazy Doo Dah Day

What do I do with my first day off in 26 days?  Why, be lazy of course!  And nothing says laziness more than a big cozy sweater and leggings.

(photos by e.hunt)

We Live By the Currents, Plan by the Tides, and Follow the Sun

Amazing that something made up of such simple things as water

and sand

can inspire so much happiness.  The beach, forever and always.

(photos collected from pinterest)

The Opposite of a Pirate

The other night I was watching the The Pirates of the Caribbean Special Features disc.  Side note: I find that I interchange the pronunciation between Care-i-be-an and Carrib-e-an.  Am I the only one who does this?  Anyway, the wardrobe section came on and I perked up, loving the old Victorian textures and pirate-y layers and belts and hats and whatnot.  The best part came when the guy who plays Norrington (the stuffy, military commodore who Elizabeth totally uses and is kindof a bitch to) says in his delightfully British accent, "I remember the first day I came into the fittings and stuff and I saw a picture of Johnny with his bandana and his dreadlocks and I'm like, 'Oh Christ, I look like an...an ice cream!  And these guys just look so cool."  An ice cream?! Such an absurd way to describe yourself!  I laughed out loud at this for like three minutes, then had to back up the video so I could hear the parts I missed because I was laughing so loud.  Oh man, I really need to get a life.

Fun Pirate Fact 1:  The tattered skeleton's clothes were made by throwing them in a big cement mixer with a bunch of bricks and flipping the on switch.  

Fun Pirate Fact 2:  The white stick thing in Jack Sparrow's hair is actually a reindeer bone.  Unlike most of the guns and props in the movie, his pistol is not a replica.  It is part of a pair made by an English chap in the 1700s.

(photos collected from googleimages)

Every Letter in the Alphabet

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.  In this case the quick brown fox is so quick, the lazy dog doesn't even bother to stir from his nap in the itchy-looking wheat-thistle.

(photo collected from nationalgeographic)

In Between Dreams

I stopped by Starbucks on my way to work on Sunday (at 6am, by the way) and you know how they always have a cd or two sitting up by the register?  I wonder if anybody ever buys those, they always seem a little pretentious, to match the Starbucks vibe I guess.  When I saw Jack Johnson's new fare, I was a little surprised, but at the same time, not really.  I mean, it is Jack Johnson.  The album cover is absolutely delightful though.

(photo collected from googleimages)

All That is Gold Does Not Glitter, Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

As you've probably picked up over the lifespan of Kindof Maybe, I'm a big fan of the Lord of the Rings movies.  I was a little underwhelmed by the first installment of The Hobbit, but maybe they'll get better as they go on.  You may remember the dress I painted the map of Middle Earth onto, and to this day it remains the most complimented piece of clothing I own.

Many times I've thought about producing more to sell on Etsy (a thought that still might come to fruition in the near-ish future).  But then I thought, I should probably read the books to have full knowledge and understanding of the story, and to complete my total geek-out.  As people always say, the book is better than the movie.  Last time I was in St. Louis, I hunted around in the Hunt Family book collection and found all four installments, vintage, from the 60's.  The cover art is incredible.

(photos by e.hunt)

Trick or Treat

What did one wall say to the other wall?

Meet you at the corner.

Ah what a delightful little joke.  Doesn't really apply, as this post is going to be about ceilings, painted ceilings particularly, but hey, they're all part of room architecture, right?  This is the reverse of normal paint location, which is on the walls, but I'm really liking the effect it creates.  You could go with all one color,

a subtle pattern,

a color with a drop-down onto the wall (this one is my favorite),

or you could go all out and have a version of the actual sky above your head.  Bringing the outdoors in, in a virtual sense.

(photos collected from pinterest, mila-loveology, and googleimages)

Year Three Begins Now

Today marks the two-year anniversary of Kindof Maybe.  On October 6th, 2011, I decided to continue my Paris Study Abroad blog as an account of my life and inspirations through design, fashion, and personal style.  Though it has not taken the blogging world by storm (yet) and I have just a few loyal followers, it has been a wonderful creative outlet and motivator for me.  A little lighthearted writing, photography practice, and a space to share my findings from many hours of internet scouring has been an absolute joy.  Thank you all so much for reading and taking an interest in what I take an interest in.  I think as a Two Year Anniversary Kindof Maybe special, I'm going to go through and read all of the past posts and pick out a few of my favorites to reblog.  Here's to the start of Year Three!

(photo by e.hunt)

Only Breathing Matters More

I think I'm having a bit of a Fall Appreciation Moment, which, if you know me at all, you'll know that I am betraying my entire Summer-rules-all belief system by admitting this.  I think I just really want to wear outfits like this and go to my coffeeshop for a warm mocha or hot cocoa (with whipped cream, gotta have whipped cream) on the way to work, because the crisp cool air will definitely not be enough to wake me up.

(photos collected from nyustyles, brittanickel, shpf, instintodevistir, and fashioncoolture)

The Meaning of Life is to Give Life a Meaning

I went to Goodwill yesterday and found this great office dress and a pencil skirt in the same color.  Even though the brisk Autumn air hasn't rushed in yet and the leaves haven't started changing, Fall better watch out, because I've got these and some rich purple-y maroons that I'm starting to break out.  It is October after all.

(photos by e.hunt)