roof of the world

From atop my little room on the small square in the old city, Patan, I have pigeons for neighbors. I hear all sorts of sounds at all times of the night and day: dogs fighting, priests chanting, women haggling, crows cawing, bells ringing, cows mooing. My eyes are accosted with fabrics and dyes every two seconds.



Today I picked out a salwar kameez. I have noticed all sorts of styles of pants that the women here wear. Right now it seems that very tight pants that are scrunched on the bottom are in style. They remind me of the way that our skinny jeans tend to sometimes stack on the bottom. The older style of wide-legged pants is also popular. Pashminas and scarves are draped in different ways. I will make sure to record them all. I think it is a little funny that it is improper to show bare arms and wear skirts that reveal the knee but stomach revealing saris are perfectly acceptable.




I am going on a 7-8 day trek to the base camp of Mount Everest tomorrow. I promise to start where I left off when I return. Maybe I will post a few pictures of yaks. I hope I survive.

Dries Van Noten

A peak inside the Dries Van Noten store on the Left Bank.






After a two night sojourn in Muscat, Oman I am finally in Kathmandu. I am staying in a hotel in Patan Darbar Square. The altitude of my small apartment makes me feel like I am sleeping amongst the gods. Internet is sporadic, so please bear with me.

au revoir paris

Here is my baby cousin polishing off a steak and potatoes au gratin next to the Dries Van Noten store on the Left Bank. We are both sad to be leaving tomorrow and tired from walked for 10 hours straight yesterday.

high end low end and vice versa

I never pay much attention to sneakers although I know that there is a serious high end sneaker culture in most of Europe. At Colette I was blown away by the most intricately painted Converses. If I had 250 euros on hand, they would have been gone on the fox and rabbit Converses below or the ones with an oversized meticulously painted grasshopper. So beautiful. I satisfied myself with some technicolor macaroons instead.


A stone's throw away from Montmartre, I wandered through a neighborhood with discounted clothing and shoe stores. There I saw the most audacious hooker shoes, for some very unreal prices.

my humps: gaultier's lessons

Bonjour mes amis!
I am in Paris, safe and sound after airplane delays and a broken ATM card. Today I happily stumbled upon Jean Paul Gaultier's costume design for Regine Chopinot's performance peice, "Le Defile" at the Musee de la Mode et du Textile. Here are some notes:
1. Alexander McQueen, eat your heart out. Body morphing creations were alive and well in the 80's. And I don't just mean shoulder pads.
2. Tutus can be worn anywhere.
3. Grandmothers are hot. So are babies.
4. Erogenous zones and animals have more in common than you think.
5. Wear your sexuality on your sleeve. Literally.
6. Dance is much better when the costume designer is Gaultier.
7. I'm going to get a crepe and cafe creme. au revoir!