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Ok, so first off, just for the record, in case you haven't been paying attention: the Giants no longer suck. In fact, they're kind of rocking. Hello, 7 (or is it 8?)-game winning streak! Bonds keeps whacking the homers. This is fab.

Also on an up note, forecast for the weekend is all sunshine and upper 70s. Sweet.

Now that that's out of the way - Art Deco. Have always been a big fan of the period in terms of design and feel, but the last few months especially, I just find myself swimming around in this Piscean blue-green color palette. Tamara De Lempicka was a Polish artist who painted both of these stunners, the first (Young Girl in Green) in 1927 and this one below, Self-Portrait, two years earlier. Other than pretty much just wanting to BE the chicks in these paintings, I love their hard edges, the sense of Soft Cubism you get from them, and the impression of wind and motion that somehow comes through. Everything of this Gatsby era - the t-strap shoes, the bobbed hair, the killer jazz, F. Scott Fitzgerald and his colleagues, the architecture, speakeasy culture, all of it - I just can't get enough of. And there's something very distinct about that pale green color that I pretty much just want to blanket myself in it all the time. There were definite shades of it in the Brice Marden exhibit at the MoMA, especially in his Nebraska and Muse pieces. You'll see a lot of Art Deco hints here and there in the architecture of the older neighborhoods around where I live, always hiding in an entryway or a gate or a trellis somewhere.

Anyway. Late to yoga. Bye.

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