Suddenly San Francisco
The most inevitable place for thinking is on your way to the airport, especially when you're alone, like I have done so many times.
I'm so glad I finally went to San Francisco to see whether or not I would move there. I've been meaning to do so for the past year and 1/2 but was stuck in New York, the city that takes up every minute of your life. SF is really like how everyone says it is: sunny everyday, people are laid back, walk slow, chill and very friendly... It reminds me so much of Auckland, and makes me miss that lifestyle even more. If I wanted a quiet life I would pick Auckland, away from everything. It's either peaceful and quiet or acid big city. I don't like to do things by halves, didn't you know?
But right now, its 80% work*, 20% lifestyle.
*and by work I mean work for myself.
One day it'll be the other way round. But only when I can clearly define what lifestyle means to me.
Starting March next year. I'll be dividing my time between China and New York. 50/50.
People need to move. Natures moves, if it doesn't it becomes stale and dull.
The shock of cold air that is London is welcoming.
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Some of my favorite RISD people all together:
Kevin, illustrator.
Melody, furniture designer.
Ramon, interior designer.
D*ro, graphic designer
Tea at Samovar, in the Yerba Buena Gardens
With the SF MoMA at the back.
Browsing through Union St in search of artsy fartsy shops...
Inside the MoMA.
There were 3 exhibitions on,
Jeff Wall, which I already saw in NY around April.
Olafur Eliasson, which was really cool. This installation artist who uses a lot of pretty lights (and darkness), mirrors, even moisture that makes you aware of the surroundings that is his art.
And Joseph Cornell, sort of...surrealism in boxes.
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The Palace of Fine Arts
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Across the Golden Gate
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On the way to LA to visit Skylink TV. (It was nice seeing you again Tommy.)
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I saw this movie on the plane that is worth mentioning: Little Manhattan. It's the cutest and funniest movie about puppy love, about a kid who experiences the "terrible, ugly business," called love for the first time. It's like an uplifting date movie for adults except the main characters are two 11 year olds.
New York is probably the least romantic city (and I know that from personal experience). In today's sex-saturated, lies-driven world where people are together because of convenience, love should still be love.
"Love isn't about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there."
- Gabe, age 11.
I'm so glad I finally went to San Francisco to see whether or not I would move there. I've been meaning to do so for the past year and 1/2 but was stuck in New York, the city that takes up every minute of your life. SF is really like how everyone says it is: sunny everyday, people are laid back, walk slow, chill and very friendly... It reminds me so much of Auckland, and makes me miss that lifestyle even more. If I wanted a quiet life I would pick Auckland, away from everything. It's either peaceful and quiet or acid big city. I don't like to do things by halves, didn't you know?
But right now, its 80% work*, 20% lifestyle.
*and by work I mean work for myself.
One day it'll be the other way round. But only when I can clearly define what lifestyle means to me.
Starting March next year. I'll be dividing my time between China and New York. 50/50.
People need to move. Natures moves, if it doesn't it becomes stale and dull.
The shock of cold air that is London is welcoming.
***
Some of my favorite RISD people all together:
Kevin, illustrator.
Melody, furniture designer.
Ramon, interior designer.
D*ro, graphic designer
Tea at Samovar, in the Yerba Buena Gardens
With the SF MoMA at the back.
Browsing through Union St in search of artsy fartsy shops...
Inside the MoMA.
There were 3 exhibitions on,
Jeff Wall, which I already saw in NY around April.
Olafur Eliasson, which was really cool. This installation artist who uses a lot of pretty lights (and darkness), mirrors, even moisture that makes you aware of the surroundings that is his art.
And Joseph Cornell, sort of...surrealism in boxes.
***
The Palace of Fine Arts
***
Across the Golden Gate
***
On the way to LA to visit Skylink TV. (It was nice seeing you again Tommy.)
***
I saw this movie on the plane that is worth mentioning: Little Manhattan. It's the cutest and funniest movie about puppy love, about a kid who experiences the "terrible, ugly business," called love for the first time. It's like an uplifting date movie for adults except the main characters are two 11 year olds.
New York is probably the least romantic city (and I know that from personal experience). In today's sex-saturated, lies-driven world where people are together because of convenience, love should still be love.
"Love isn't about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there."
- Gabe, age 11.
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