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pants: Adidas, 2010 | shoes: Y3 Yohji Yamamoto for Adidas, 2010 | sweater: ? | eyewear: RayBan, 2004

 

day two: after dinner at Benu in San Francisco we drove straight to Napa Valley, we stayed at a friend’s friend’s great little cottage located on the Del Dotto vineyard. breakfast from the nearby Dean & Deluca. wine tasting at Duckhorn Vineyards. lunch at Bottega. wine tasting at Del Dotto. dinner by the fire in the backyard of such an enormous supply of smoked meats, cheeses, vegetables, nibbles, and shrimp grilled on the patio (shipped in from Whole Foods) that you can’t even imagine.

packing for three cities (at varying temperatures) when you hate to check in luggage is kinda a pain in the ass, every single piece has to be maximized efficiently for potential usability in every situation. so of course i ended up a couple things short, i had to borrow this gray sweater from my pal to pile on top of two other layers so i was warm enough for my tour of Napa Valley without being too uncomfortably overheated by trying to wear the coats i’d had to cram into my tiny TSA-approved carry-on suitcase for our upcoming stay in Lake Tahoe.

yep.

 

hawk

 

hey did i ever tell about the hawk? no of course i didn’t.

well the hawk often soars outside my window, you can spot it right away most mornings, it looks like a big giant kite flying up in the sky high above the park. one day a little while ago the hawk stopped by for a visit, it landed on my balcony. it scared the shit out of me, i’d just happened to walk out of the bedroom into the living room at that moment, and at first glance it looked like a person just standing there, that’s how big it was. it stayed about ten minutes or so, letting me take photographs through the glass while it posed and looked pensive.

afterward it took a good long gaze at the little framed picture of Baba Muktananda on the windowsill and then another at Guru Mai hanging on the opposite wall. then it flew away. i’m just sayin.

anyway, it’s outside my window right now, i can see it from my desk. it’s been circling round and round and round but when i try as usual to snap another photo of its mighty impressive wingspan, it always takes off and disappears.

 

karma and galoshes

white rain boots: Jeffrey Campbell, 2010 | black rain boots: Fendi, 2010

   

 

a few months ago i gave my Aigle rain boots to Mom, because they were slightly large and i’d finally grown tired of piling on multiple pairs of thick socks every time i needed to wear them. and Mom was so ecstatic to receive them; i’d had no idea she’d been admiring and desiring them all along. so then i was happy that Mom was thrilled, but that left me in a bit of a quandary— it’d had taken me a long while to track them down, and when it rains, slightly big cool rain boots are definitely better than no cool rain boots at all.

well wouldn’t you know within a week i found the most perfect rain boots in the world, i’d been searching literally decades for a pair like this, i absolutely looove them. but some time around their fifth or sixth outing (i loved them so much i even wore them in the dryness) i began to fear i was smothering them with so much love, they wouldn’t be long for this world. and it’d taken me nearly a lifetime to find them!

but karma still prevailed, miraculously i soon found a second pair of perfect rain boots, can you believe it. they perform awesomely on those really brutally torrential stormy days that fine Italian craftmanship was simply never meant to endure. these white platform plastic boots are made in China instead, so you know the score on that. now my gorgeous Italian calfskin-lined black rubber rain boots can take a relaxing break from the monsoons every now and again.

and they all lived happily ever after, The End.

 

bond.

jacket: A.B.S., 2009 | pants: Adrienne Vittadini, 1991 | top: Geld Iaz, 2009 | wrap: Geld Iaz, 1996 | fedora: Borsalino, 2009

 

you’d probably think one would need only one good tuxedo jacket, but when you finally find one you absolutely looove (and pay somewhat dearly for it as a result), you might discover yourself wanting to save it for very special occasions only, because you’re deathly afraid of ruining or overexposing it or something. and then suddenly you’d realize you actually need two tuxedo jackets— one for "every day" use of course. imagine that. well this is my "every day" tuxedo jacket. i’m just sayin.

drinks at "the Boom Boom." dinner at Imperial No. 9.

 

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