Tattoos

I've been thinking a lot about how some things are completely permanent. We're taught that most things are fleeting: you lose a job, you get a different one; you lose a boyfriend, you get a new one; you lose your keys, you call the locksmith to change your locks. Why is it always that the things that are permanent are the things you wish would go away: the small gray hairs my 16-year-old cousin teases me about even though she'll have them some day too, that certain sense of child-like insecurity I thought I'd grow out of when I turned 18, coffee stained teeth, and that look that's forever imprinted in my memory -- that sort of lazy shrug and rushed smile when someone turns around one final time before they walk away. That look that says I don't really think I want to go, but I'm not entirely sure. That look that leaves you completely uncertain if that person will ever return, but lets you know that somewhere, deep down, a small part of them -- whether it's as minuscule as the bones in the inner ear or as large as the contents of their rib cage -- will miss you.

Cars, Vans, Winter

Delaware

Sometimes late at night pieces of memories come back to me that seem like they're from forever ago, even if it's only been a couple of years. Right now, I can almost feel myself in the frigid parking lot of an Ohio McDonalds, stealing WiFi with a dying netbook, trying to figure out if there was a route out of the state that didn't have snow. After hours of traveling through winding back roads and passing the sprawl of mini marts and no u-turn signs, we emerged from our over packed mini van. The wet smell of winter and the first set of footprints spoiling the pristine blanket of snow that covered the concrete almost overwhelmed me. We were lost.



Brooklyn, Philadelphia
Sometimes memories seem so far away, it's almost as if they were a dream and you begin to make up your own idea of what happened. In a distant winter, I vaguely recall sitting in the back of a beat up Subaru, my body squeezed between amps, guitars and cables as my best friends sat in the front, singing a song I was never really fond of. They were fearless, unafraid, and I nervously peered through the windshield. The only parts of our surroundings that were truly visible in the all consuming darkness fell in front of our dim headlights -- swampy slush and mud in what seemed like an endless one way dirt road. For all we knew it could have actually been endless if we could have driven along it forever without stopping for a tank of gas. I counted the porch lights on houses, hoping to pass someone who knew where we were.

I didn't blog much this summer, and now it's November. Winter has me consistently feeling nostalgic, and there's this constant sense of deja vu anytime I smell the air before it starts to rain and feel the cold breeze against my skin. Here are some pictures from my travels -- the ones that don't involve food or messing around. Those will come later.



Virginia, Baltimore


Atlanta, D.C.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

I don't really know what to say after so many months of not blogging so I'll break the awkward pause with these photos from brunch at La Bonbonniere in the West Village and hangouts in a Brooklyn backyard. Yeah, I said brunch. Apparently people are awake on Sunday mornings -- albeit mostly young families or couples, but who knew?

Perfect breakfast: blueberry pancakes, bacon, french fries, black coffee. After that I filmed some acoustic sessions to promote my new album that's coming out at the end of this month and did some other press stuff with Kind of Like. Everything about this post is making me second guess how I sound, so forgive me if I sound pretentious or lameee. Whatever, a girl's gotta work.

Going to Coney Island

A couple of weeks ago I headed over to Coney Island to hang out at the beach, eat cheese fries, and take some pictures for the album art of Candy Hearts' new record. The band came with me because it was my birthday and walking around Coney Island alone is kind of...sad? I would have been okay with it either way since the boys wouldn't let me go on the actual beach because they didn't want to get sand in their shoes.

Even if it was a long ride, Coney Island has such good vibes. I remember my mom saying she took me there when I was little, but I don't remember it. It always reminds me of Siren Fest though, and I'm sad that this year it's not happening, is it?

Also, the album art finally is finished and we got to announce the release date and our signing to Kind Of Like Records today!

Stacks Pancake House

Chocolate and strawberry pancakes could end wars -- at least I think so. These are from Stacks Pancake House in Hoboken, NJ. The restaurant is awesome, but sadly my sister, my cousin and I couldn't get out door seating. It was just too packed! They give you cornbread before your meal as if I needed a carb before a carb overload. Surprisingly, these pancakes still tasted good even if I took half of them home and them later that night.

By the way, since the return of my Droid I've been taking so many pictures with Picplz. I'm obsessed with the vintage filters!