When traveling around the world, the question is always: “Where’s home for you?”
If I’m in another country, I respond that I live an hour north of Chicago simply because Milwaukee is lesser known. In the States, when I respond with “Milwaukee” I hear “Interesting!” or, um, silence. Folks, the word is out—on Vogue’s website—that Milwaukee is cool and underrated.
While in Los Angeles this past April I toured Frank Lloyd Wright’s first California commission: Hollyhock House at Barnsdall Art Park (http://barnsdall.org/hollyhock-house/about/). I was pleased to read on Architectural Digest’s website one of Wright’s other Southern California commissions, awash in Mayan influences just like I saw at Hollyhock House, is now on the market for a hefty $23 million. Maybe you’ve seen the Ennis house in a Hollywood flick, like “Blade Runner?”
Did you know that some travel writers are getting medical treatments done abroad? Can’t say I’ve never thought of this method but maybe I should.
After viewing the “Finding Vivian Maier” documentary on Netflix about Vivian Maier, a nanny with a photography hobby, I enjoyed this New York Times article exploring why her work so deeply resonates. Her black-and-white images are startling and even more so is her private life, which we only now see, in this posthumous chapter of her career.
I’m trying to beat this summer heat by parking myself in a cool spot with a good book. Just finished reading Elin Hilderbrand’s “The Perfect Couple,” a quintessential beach read; and “The Girls from Corona del Mar” by Rufi Thorpe, which features good wit and the riveting story of childhood friends.