The Journal
Origins: Los Angeles
The "City of Angels" was first known as the "City of Today"... starting all the way back then.
The "City of Angels" was first known as the "City of Today"... starting all the way back then.
Why Handcrafted Gifts... Rule
"Craftsmanship names an enduring, basic human impulse: the desire to do a job well for its own sake."
"Craftsmanship names an enduring, basic human impulse: the desire to do a job well for its own sake."
Designer Spotlight: Molly M Designs
Molly McGrath runs her studio in the "Werkstatte" tradition - a hybrid of design, craft & tech. As we found out, she also has great taste in San Francisco restaurants.
Molly McGrath runs her studio in the "Werkstatte" tradition - a hybrid of design, craft & tech. As we found out, she also has great taste in San Francisco restaurants.
The Interview: Maria Provenzano
You can't help but like someone who lives her life channeling Julia Child's mantra: ‘Everything in moderation... including moderation.’
You can't help but like someone who lives her life channeling Julia Child's mantra: ‘Everything in moderation... including moderation.’
Salt of the Earth
"Salt is what makes things taste bad when it isn't in them." ~ Anonymous
"Salt is what makes things taste bad when it isn't in them." ~ Anonymous
"[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]" | ...
From the man who famously wrote: “One's not half of two; two are halves of one.”
From the man who famously wrote: “One's not half of two; two are halves of one.”
"September Midnight" | Sara Teasdale
"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer/Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing..."
"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer/Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing..."
"A Glimpse" | Walt Whitman
"A glimpse, through an interstice caught, of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter night — and I unremark'd seated in a...
"A glimpse, through an interstice caught, of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter night — and I unremark'd seated in a...
"Wild November" | Richard Henry Stoddard
"The wild November comes at last/Beneath a veil of rain..."