Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Travelogue #2: There are sights to behold.

“Sightseeing” is a strange concept, premised seemingly upon the presumption that seeing is believing, that some things have to be seen through our very own eyeballs to be real and life-changing. 


Perhaps so.


These are the sights I have beholden thus far. Not all of them have been “life changing” or significant in any way, but some were. Some helped me understand a little more about this city, about my own city - Melbourne, and about myself.


After all, that’s what it’s all about. 


Ferry Building



Inside the Ferry Building, there is a shop that sells FUNGUS. Now how friggin cool is THAT?




SF skyline from a cruise. 



Sea lions, living a life of hardship and toil. 



Citylights Bookstore, aka. They-Don’t-Make'em-like-this-anymore. 



SFMOMA


LOVED this.


Now here’s a museum made for people as opposed to art snobs: not so impossibly huge that you lose interest after 3 hours of walking past paintings endlessly (ahemLouvreahem), but not without substance either. Everything was arranged in chronological and thematic order. It was logical. It was passionate about its collections. It situated every piece of artwork within a social and artistic context. 


It just made sense. 




De Young. 


If the intention was to construct a building that looked like a giant piece of rusting steel in the middle of a park, then congratulations Herzog & Maurion, you succeeded. 




Mission Dolores 




Castro Theatre


Another one to file under the “They-Don’t-Make'em-Like-This-Anymore” category.


We saw the Philadelphia Story. Between Cary Grant, Katharine Hepburn and our beautiful surroundings, life was fairly close to perfection.  




xx 

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Travelogue #1: This is San Francisco.


This is San Francisco. 


When you see a city built on impossible terrain, with a predisposition to earthquakes and a weather system so wilfully unique and batshitinsane, you know some serious resilience, pride and sheer obstinacy must’ve gone into this place to make it work.


‘cause as a city - if we were to think about it logically - San Francisco should’ve never existed. No one in their right mind would’ve built a city from scratch here. No one. 


And yet. 












STOP. In the name of loveeeeeeee.



xx doots

Wednesday, August 24, 2011





6 months of my life. One suitcase. One backpack, one handbag.

I told you it wasn’t THAT much.

xx

Packing NINJA Doots




Carry on. From left to right:

1. Nikon D5000 + Tamron 18-200mm f/3.5-6.3 lens

2. 11’ MacBook Air. My TRUE LOVE.

3. Le Petit Prince Limited Edition Moleskine.

4. Giant bag full of power chords and chargers.

5. Kindle. With whom I cheat on my MBA.

6. Filofax, post-its, highlighters and pens. ‘cause I’m dysfunctional without them.

7. Sunnies.

8. Passport.

9. Lonely Planet.

10. Oroton travel clutch.

11. Cheapo Android phone.

12. iPod touch, headphones and USB chord.

13. Wallet.

Yup. I’m fucked. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Wednesday, August 3, 2011