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Archive for January, 2011 Line

A short long time coming, issue number two of Hoarse is finally launching! At the amazing Arabica Lounge, no less!

Oh wait, what is Hoarse? Hoarse is a quarterly publication of poetry and prose, with submissions by great writers from Seattle and beyond. I met with my good friends and wonderful writers Elena Moffet and Emily Wittenhagen over the spring of 2010 and said, “Hey folks, let’s do this.” So we did. A quarterly was born.

The first issue, released in September, was a very big modest success in all of the ways that first issues of lit journals can be. So let’s get together and make the release of issue two an even bigger modest success!

Come for drinks, delicious appetizers, and astronaut ice cream. Bring some cash, ’cause issues 1 and 2 will be for sale! There will be readings from issue 2 at 8pm, so be sure to get there before! A perfect way to start your Saturday night.

@ Arabica Lounge 1550 E. Olive, Seattle, Wa. 7pm!



One of the most enterprising art instigators in Seattle is also our dream girl. Folks, please meet the indubitable Whitney Ford-Terry. She’s been tearing it up lately. Check out her official bio from her website, the empty room


“A graduate of the University of Washington’s Museology program, Whitney Ford Terry organizes lectures, screenings, workshops, and events as the program coordinator at the Henry Art Gallery. She has had the opportunity to work in a variety of non-profits and museums like MoMA PS1, KEET-TV/PBS, and The Experience Music Project and Science Fiction Museum. As co-curator of The Hedreen Gallery, Ford-Terry helped develop HOUSE SYSTEMS, a year long experiment in ad-hoc collaboration, free choice learning, interdisciplinary study, and endurance at Seattle University.  She is also an active volunteer within the arts community and a creative consultant for Lost Sound Tapes, an independent tape and record label
based out of Seattle”.

If you are lucky you will meet this woman, up your odds by dropping by the Hedreen Gallery this Friday from 12 to 1:30pm for lunch.

1. What skill do you want to learn?

I would like to learn how to sail.

2. Food and drink you don’t want to live without?

Brussel sprouts and whiskey, not together.

3. The scariest thing you can think of?

Feeling like I forgot something really important, then realizing I did.

4. Your favorite party supply?

A bicycle.

5. Your favorite book of the moment?

Dot Dot Dot, Issue 19.
Since its conception in 2000 DDD has immatured into a jocuserious fanzine-journal-orphanage based on true stories deeply concerned with art-design-music-language-literature-architecture and uptight optipessimistic stoppy/revelatory ghostwriting by friendly spirits mapping b-sides and out-takes pushing for a resolution in bleak midwinter through late summer with local and general aesthetics wound on an ever tightening coil.

6. Describe your dream party place.

A boat, barge, ferry or raft.

7. What is the evil version of you like?

Malicious and without intention.

8. What gives you confidence?


9. Name four essential elements of a good party.

Adrenaline. Happenstance. Good company. Stories.

10. What do you appreciate most about a party host?

The ability to make everyone feel like they are supposed to be there.

11. Favorite adventure supply?

A bicycle.

12. Describe the best party you ever attended.

Stranded in a tiny town on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau after a monsoon washed out the road. Sharing a 4x7ft room in the back of a Chinese restaurant alongside fellow travelers, monks, stock pots, chickens, and pigs. No power. Headlamps and candles. Drinking warm beer at high altitudes. Playing cards with friends and sharing adventure stories. Best party ever according to elements listed in question 9.

13. Hotel room or campsite?

Abandoned lumber camp.

14. Do you have a style icon?

Annie Hall meets Ivy Matheny

15. Where is your next adventure destination?

Athens > Patmos > Santorini > Ephesus > Jerusalem > Cairo/Giza > Alexandria > Sorrenteno > Pompeii > Rome

16. If you could teach a class about anything in the world ever, what would you teach?


17. Your motto?

Live every week like its shark week.

18. What is your spirit animal?

A Giraffe.



Woot Woot! I am jazzed to go to the Ace Hotel, Palm Springs, for Hitched Event! It’s going to be a blast! For those who don’t know about this awesome event, it’s directed towards the new and improved, more innovative and creative weddings! Most of the vendors featured at this weekends soiree are from LA. Show the ladies at Bash Please & Urbanic Paper some LOVE and check it out! I think I’m most excited to see the Aqualillies perform! And don’t worry! I will be taking LOTS of pics and post them next week:) HAPPY FRIDAY!


Rumor has it that the collective creative genius behind Anthropologie, Urban Outfitters and Terrain, to name a few, is slated to open a branch centered around brides-to-be. On February 14th, 2011, B H L D N will be opening it’s online wedding boutique, featuring personalized moodboards, detailed and interactive photographs of items for sale, prices that will work within any budget, and all of it done with the known, graceful aesthetic of it’s sister stores. What’s more, the company has projected the opening of it’s first brick and mortar storefront in the latter half of this year. Until then, let the countdown begin to the unveiling of the online boutique, with the only hint as to what might hold being “a bit of old, new borrowed, and blue”.

Thanks, Gao Gao, for the tip!



photo via violet moss


My love for these beautiful structures are beyond words! Around the holiday season, I came across a cute cat teepee by  Loyal Luxe. Cute, right? I would love to be putting my cat into this, while wearing  Opening Ceremony/Pendleton by shorts. This can all happen right before I attend a tipi wedding party! Too bad I didn’t make it to this one, featured on Intimate Weddings

Loyal Luxe

Pendleton for Opening Ceremony

via Intimate Weddings


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One of my favorite companies, is having a SALE!!! Don’t miss out! Plus, they are featuring a new and improved website, done by designlovefest‘s Bri Emry. This lady is CRAZY talented and is also the Art director for RUE Magazine!

RUE Magazine Cover

*You can also check out more photos AND enter a giveaway via 100layercake today!



Where to even begin…Right before I flew back up to Seattle, I went and saw Darren Aronofsky’s Black Swan. It was INCREDIBLE! The acting was so flawless that I still talk about it! I found some alternate posters done by two different designers. The pink poster was created by Sam Smith. The series of posters were designed by British design studio LaBoca and were inspired by ballet posters from the early 20th century as well as Czech & Polish posters of the 60′s & 70′s.  I love both variations & I thought I should share! Enjoy!

By Sam Smith

By LaBoca


This picture is even better than BANANAS! I stumbled upon this photo while browsing Darling Dexter. I hope these colors inspire you, just as much as they inspires me! Enjoy!

Photo By Tom Palumbo


I love birthdays. I really do. And not just my own. Birthdays are a time for self-reflection, for declarations of love, for yourself and for others. They are a time for new experiences and the search for new passions, for surprises and for new beginnings. I celebrated my 25th year a few days ago, and am happy to say that it was, by far, the best birthday I have ever had. Friends and family traveled distances to party it up with me on Saturday and to brunch with me on Sunday. It was a weekend filled with so much love.

Unbeknownst to me, my boyfriend, Shannon, had something up his sleeve that would prove to be some seriously amazing icing on the cake.

At 5am on Monday he woke me up, piled me into the car, and we headed for the airport. Thoughts raced through my mind: Where were going? San Francisco to visit old friends? Finally using the savings we’d been putting aside for a trip to Hawaii? Nothing could have prepared me for what he had planned for us that day.

We hopped aboard a flight to Los Angeles (visiting family? sailing? …(gulp)… Disneyland?) and two and half hours later we were driving to an undisclosed location. As we headed south, Shannon instructed me to open a big box that he had put at my feet, and to unwrap the three gifts inside sequentially. I carefully picked apart the tape on the first, and pulling back the paper found a CD with a picture of me in a Steerman Biplane on the front of it (I took Shannon flying in Sonoma for his birthday a few years ago). I popped it into the player and was blasted with Berlin‘s Take My Breath Away. Laughing off what I had prematurely deemed as incredibly cheesy, I opened the second gift: a pair of aviators. At this point, Kenny LogginsDanger Zone begins to play and I begin to understand that we might be headed for some more air travel. It wasn’t until I’d opened the third gift, a bomber jacket sent with us from my family and the Top Gun Anthem started to play, that I came even close to piecing together what was going on. We turned onto an airfield in Fullerton and drove past a giant sign that read Air Combat USA. In front of us sat a pair of Marchetti SF-260′s, Italian fighter planes originally certified in the 1960′s.

I, of course, immediately began to freak out. While I adore flying, I was in no way prepared to be manning the plane myself (that’s right, you read correctly… myself!). Was I capable of safely operating this machine in mid-air? Did I trust myself to do so, not only for my safety, but for Shannon’s… and, perhaps, the people on the ground below? Let me tell you, knowing that you have an hour to prepare for such a feat forces you to ponder a wide spectrum of questions and possible outcomes.

We were welcomed by two former military pilots, Nails and Smudge, who set us up with our own flight suits and ushered us into a small room with a couple of couches and a big white board covered in diagrams. You can imagine that I had a bit of a hard time concentrating on what was being said during this hour-long “flight school”, which was fine, in the end, because most of what we were learning were tips and tricks on dogfighting instead of how to, say, FLY THE PLANE, or what to do if the engine stalls (which happened to Shannon’s aircraft… fortunately, Smudge, who was seated next to him, flipped a couple of switches in the cockpit to connect to another fuel tank. Phew.). The only thing I really took away from flight school was that anything goes during combat and that cheating is a-okay.

After donning a couple of Mae West’s and parachutes, Shannon and I kissed each other goodbye and hopped into separate planes with our coaches. I waved to him through the canopy while Nails, squished into the cockpit next to me, went through checklists, reading each aloud.  We were in the air sooner than I had hoped, but as the ground fell further and further away I could feel my anxiety go with it. We flew ten or so miles out to the coast, at which point I heard Nails’ voice over the intercom, “Okay, Erin, it’s your plane.”

I tentatively gripped the joystick. It is true what pilots say about the need for finesse when controlling a plane. Shannon told me later that Smudge was flying theirs with just his fingers and very slight pressure. While I have much to learn about this so-called finesse, I surprised myself in that moment with how at ease I felt, and after a couple rounds of practicing our yo-yo’s and split-s maneuvers, we were ready for our dogfight.

And off we went! Zooming and tumbling after each other, Shannon and I listened to our respective coaches over the intercoms for guidance. Flying at around 200kn and experiencing almost 5g at some points, I experienced what is called “grey-out”. My color vision would go, then so would my peripheral vision, even when practicing a technique they taught us to keep the blood in our heads, which was to tense up like you were constipated (true)… I’ll have to work on that one for next time.

Trying to keep Shannon’s plane in sight at all times, I did my best to follow what I had been told in flight school earlier: Cheat. So I did. I took surprise attacks whenever I could, faked him out every chance I had, and pushed him further and further toward the hard deck so that he would have nowhere to go. And you know what? I won, 3-2. Bang, bang!

Never, ever in my entire life have I experienced anything that even came close to this. Despite my description above, there are truly no words for it. In a note that we received today from an acquaintance who’d helped set this up for us– a former pilot and father of a retired Blue Angel– the experience was summed up best:

All of us who spent years doing this for a living always love to share it with people and let them experience the unbridled thrill of racing around in three dimensions, looking outside, checking your fuel, not stalling or running the airspeed to zero, not hitting the ground or each other, maneuvering the airplane into just the right spot for a shot, then coming back and landing and taxiing in to park. Walking away from the airplane after challenging yourself in so many ways at the same time was always a terrific feeling [...]  It’s strong medicine for sure. It takes everything you’ve got – both mentally and physically.

And it’s so true. After the dogfight had ended, we sidled the planes up next to each other and buzzed back to the airfield. After an hour of air combat and not knowing which way was up, all I could do was sit in my jumpseat and quietly relive my time in the air. We landed in formation back in Fullerton and taxied to the hangar. I felt such emotion all at once and it took every ounce of strength I had left inside of me not to dissolve into tears. I had done it. I had flown a plane… and not any plane, but that plane. That beautifully crafted Italian fighting machine. And I’d done it well… I’d even won the fight! I was ready to take on the next 25 years of my life with vigor and tenacity and a keener sense of self.  Nails patted me on the knee and his voice came on over the radio. “Great work, girl. Great work.”

Best birthday present ever, right?