Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Woke up bright and early, pumped to tackle a hike into the Badlands! After an omelette and a quick cup o’ joe at the Lodge, Justin and I procured a gigantic bottle of water to guard us against the increasingly oppressive midday sun and set out to embark upon the Notch Trail, moderate-strenuous, 1.5 miles.

The Badlands guide recommends that anyone afraid of heights skip this trail. They also warn that it’s dangerous during and after heavy rainfall and that you should stay on the trails unless you have a compass and a topographical map because if you get lost, there’s no cell reception and you’ll probably die. But nowhere in the guide (or on the grounds for that matter) does it prohibit anyone from attempting any of the trails – it’s like the Badlands management is telling patrons that yes, it’s dangerous here, but we trust your good judgement… have a good time! This is when it really hit me that we were no longer in the whitewashed, babyproof, use-the-handrails-please Northeast… we were in the fucking Wild West. And I liked it.

Armed with this new sense of frontier-y adventure, Justin and I started the trail which was tame enough, meandering through a canyon with slightly prickly underbrush, until we came upon this…

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Awoke at a comfortable and completely reasonable 8 am to a deliciously free breakfast of biscuits and gravy, Belgian waffles, grits, yogurt, juice and tea – an absolutely superb spread, especially for a Super 8. Swiped a couple of bananas for the road and headed to the front desk to check out, where we received our first “who are these loud-mouthed brown children; shouldn’t they be cleaning the bathrooms or making me a pie” look of the trip. Of course, we brushed that aside; you can’t have thin skin when you’re as loud/brown as my brother and I.

Anyhoo, we got on the road and were making great time northward until we hit yet another multi-mile stretch of road construction! “Road Work Next 26 Miles”… Ugh, I thought and said, and slowed my pace to keep within the legal limits. There were giant orange cones and barrels to either side of me, which made me feel just a tad claustrophobic considering the size of my vehicle, but I managed to keep it together. Things were going smoothly; I only had 10 or so more miles of road work left and that’s when I saw it. A huge blackbird swooping dangerously close to my windshield. It got closer and closer, I had absolutely no room to swerve and stopping was not an option.

BAM! I hit the bird.

Shaken, I had to continue to the end of the roadwork until I was able to pull off onto a shoulder and check the damage, which I imagined would involve feathers and possibly brains. But, much to my surprise, that giant bird didn’t even make a dent! Whew. The rest of Iowa was uneventful.

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Sunday, July 19, 2009

We were feeling good – well-rested for the most part and our bellies full of delicious/cheap breakfast! Route 20 was a really lovely highway through some really rural places in Ohio. We passed through farming town centers no bigger than a couple of blocks, the cutest one being Maumee; a tiny town with a roundabout at its heart, flanked by a hardware store, city hall, a library and an archaic (yet lovely) movie theater marquee proudly displaying that Harry Potter 6 tickets were a mere $5.00. We saw tons and tons of farms and teenagers on riding mowers and silos. I thought Ohio was pretty cute.

Then came Indiana. For the most part, I thought northeastern Indiana was a snoozefest, even the farms were a little less pretty than those in Ohio. And then it rained while I was driving – grr. And then we accidentally took a detour to Michigan (thanks, Jus) that added an extra hour or so to our itinerary. And then we saw this on the horizon…

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

The first day was jam-packed with last minute packing snafus, late starts and insane New York City traffic. We didn’t get officially on the road and out of the city until an astonishing 4pm, but neither of us let that dampen our high spirits – the trip had finally begun!

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Yes, yes… there’s been a patented Laurie absence and I’m deeply apologetic! But there have been lots of changes in la vie de moi.. Firstly, I turned 27 and, with the help of many, many Tequila shots, managed to have a lovely time. My dear friend (and former roomie… tear…) liveblogged my birthday over at her digital digs, KV Knows Her Fun.

Secondly, I finally embarked upon my westerly exodus (god i love saying that) and changed my residence from hardened, lifelong Atlantic dweller to easy, breezy Pacific girl. My little brother and I managed to make it all the way across this crazy nation in a Budget box truck over the course of 9 days WITHOUT getting lynched OR kiling one another. And now, I am a happy resident of San Francisco, California.

As promised, I documented my travels by photographing the patron saint of Adult Swim geeks, Space Ghost, from coast to coast. You can check out his journey at the tumblr I dedicated to the project – Population: Space Ghost.

Now that I’ve had a little time to decompress from all that packing and unpacking and driving and spending money, I’m feeling inspired to blog once again! In the coming days/weeks, I plan on laying out a photographically detailed run-down of the Big Trip. I met a nuclear reactor along the Great Lakes, discovered that I love hiking and hate Nebraska in the same day, practically melted in Utah and had many other adventures! Here’s a little taste of how excited I was to be in Gabbs, Nevada:

Back in a flash with more deets!

I’ve been a little absent, due to my preoccupation with packing and readying myself for the big journey westward… and it’s begun! I’m currently sitting in a tiny hotel room in Ohio, dreaming of starry skies and sandstone arches and Gabbs, Nevada. All in good time!

I’m probably not going to get to many outfit piccies/posts anytime soon because of the traveling, but please feel free to check out my new travel project, Population: Space Ghost! I’m basically expounding upon Adult Swim’s show, Space Ghost: Coast to Coast by actually taking (and photographing) Space Ghost from coast to coast. Wee!

Here’s the last picture I took on my way out of New York:

See you later, New York!

Once again, I find myself awake during the wee hours… It’s just one week before my westerly exodus. I heard no less than 5 gunshots in the (not so distant) distance. And a decidedly autumnal breeze has been wafting through my bedroom all night, causing the gossamer curtains to alternately stick to the window screens and drift around my face, obstructing my view of the computer.

I found myself clicking through the time vortex that is YouTube, as I am wont to do during these occasional bouts of sleeplessness, and I stumbled across this short film/ad for YSL’s Fall 09 Men’s collection, starring none other than the darling of my post adolescent fantasies, Michael Pitt. It’s shot in black & white, features a smoky/bored French lady voice-over, and is comprised entirely of a full frame shot of Pitt’s face. It is undeniably pretentious, but dare I say… a little hot.

Naturally, this got me thinking about The Dreamers and what a beautiful, beautiful film that is. Since I insanely do not own a copy of it and it’s not available to watch instantly, I figured I’d just look up some Louis Garrel films instead. I typed his name in the search box and scrolled through the list, skipping over those lacking that glorious blue “Play Now” button. Scrolling, scrolling and hot damn! Love Songs. Play.

Now, I didn’t know much about this film beforehand other than that Ludivine Sagnier co-starred, there’s complicated love and a tragedy befalls the lovers. Basically, it’s really, really French. Imagine my surprise when about five minutes in, Louis bursts into sing-acting… the very bane of my existence. Sing-acting for Christ’s sake. This is usually a deal breaker for me (I’m looking at you Sweeney Todd and the Broadway rendition of Billy Eliot), but for some reason sing-acting doesn’t make me want to punch puppies quite as much when performed in French. I decided to stick it out and, without delving too much into the story, it was kind of amazing… and a little hot.

My favorite line? Uttered (sans musical intonation) at the very end of the film just before it abruptly fades to black… “Aimes moi moins, mais aimes moi longtemps”, which translates to, “Love me less, but love me for a long time.” I found it to be devastatingly perfect.

I’ve been a busy girl. Here’s the lowdown…

Went home to DC to visit the fam and had the absolute worst Boltbus experience EVAH. Short version – the bus stalled in the Holland Tunnel, and then again en route to the NJ Turnpike, thus resulting in an unscheduled two hour stopover on the shoulder. A personal revelation – damp, sweaty people smell like damp, sweaty bacon.

Took a boat to Annapolis, MD where I ate 4 mussels, 5 steamed clams, and 1 oyster on the half shell; I’m really not into mussels, clams, and oysters.

Gay bar-hopped round 17th St and witnessed a high school friend perform the most rousing rendition of karaoke “I Will Survive” I’ve ever seen. Also, re-discovered my love of Fosse choreography.

Purchased a pair of pre-distressed cut-off denim shorts from Macy’s for $9.99 (see below).

Watched Into The Wild – that shit changed me.

Shared my return ride on Boltbus with Ian Svenonius and he remembered me from my Black Cat, Black Cat days.

My pal, Elan and I headed over to Motor City Bar to have a few Buds and listen to some killer rock & roll 45s spun by said Svenonius. Here’s what I wore…

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Two rad things have happened lately…

1. I finally bunkered down and purchased that new lens I’ve been salivating over forever – Canon 85mm f 1.8… utterly droolworthy.

2.I’ve been growing my hair out for the past few months and I’m pleased to report that it can basically be considered long now. Woot!

Also, here’s what  I wore today:

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An impromptu girldate required a short skirt.
A short skirt required a good jump.
A good jump required a bright flash.
A bright flash required a fun shoot.

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I live in San Francisco. I used to live in NYC, Washington DC, and London.

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I like color, excess, light, clothes, and going places.

I also like talking to people.

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