It's So Easy Being Green

I told everyone I was a leprechaun when I was little younger. I might have been overreaching a tiny bit. On the other hand, perhaps I truly am descended from the wee folk. Let's review the facts: I am so short that I wear a size 5 shoe. I have funny pointed ears. I look fabulous in emerald green. My name is Erin and my mother was an O'Connor. Oh, and I love gold. A lot. Let's just agree (for today, after which time I will pretend this never happened) that I might have a bit of the magic so that I can shower you with some luck o' the Irish.

Nuevo Estilo via Nero Chronicles

Molly Luetkemeyer

Florence Lopez

Miles Redd for Oscar de la Renta

It just wouldn't be a St. Patrick's Day post without a pot of gold shimmering at the end of the rainbow...

Dolce and Gabbana certainly know how to bring on the bullion.

And now I impishly decree it to be drinky o'clock.

Go chug some green beer and get liquored up!

Utsukushii

Once upon a time, I lived on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. On weekends we visited the beach and swam in the nearby waters and then returned home to live the same kind of life that anyone anywhere lives -- an interior life. But flying into the local airport revealed the true nature of our experience. The water did not belong to the tiny rock we lived on. The tiny rock existed at the mercy of a vast, all consuming ocean.

For over a year I worked at an art gallery, selling paintings to Japanese tourists. I learned a few pleasantries and greetings, but the most important word I learned was utsukushii. Beautiful.

May beauty soon return to a land that has weathered many a storm.

All photographs by Michael Kenna.

Just Put the Dogs Down and No One Gets Hurt

Did you see Vidal Sassoon and his wife Ronnie featured in the latest issue of Architectural Digest?

Is it just me, or does this look like some sort of a freaky suicide pact? Perhaps the onslaught of criticism over their renovation of a classic Richard Neutra home has led them on a downward spiral deep into depression. Goodness knows they both look grim enough.

And I can see why. This house is hideous. Totally devalued. With great persistence, I might be persuaded to take it off their hands.

I will allow them to keep the dogs, though.