Showing posts with label A Writer's Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Writer's Life. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

My Dream: Inside Jason Schwartzman's Home

Do you have long-sustained celebrity crushes that, upon reflection, are just really bizarre? No? Well, I do and I'm not really embarrassed to admit that my favorite male celebrity is not Brad, George, Johnny, or that pale guy from "Twilight."

Instead, I'm all about the Schwartzman; Jason Schwartzman, that is.

Jason Schwartzman is a delightful, cultured and sub-cultured member of Hollywood royality...and he's just plain adorable 
[editor's note: that last statement is fact and not opinion].
(This man is totally adorable; via The Look See)

Imagine my delight when Elle.com recently shared enough photos of Schwartzman's home to whet my hungry fan's appetite. Okay, sure, the article really was a feature on Schwartzman's fashion designer wife Brady Cunningham, but the take-aways for me were the snippets of Schwartzman domestic life. 

These vingnettes ooze old-Hollywood money and a cool-kid, in-the-know kind of vibe:
I'll take the books, Jens Risom chair, and Proenza Schouler bag, please.

Jason probably reads "Bored to Death" scripts on this aging Chesterfield.

Loving the easy, relaxed look dominating the bedroom
(oh, and the one-of-a-kind Rodarte).

And what hip home is complete without a personalized gallery wall?
(all images via Elle.com)

What celebrity's home do you want to peak inside?

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Steinbeck's Sag Harbor

This past spring I read John Steinbeck's Travels with Charley for the first time. Frankly, I'd never been a big fan, having cut my teeth on such Steinbeck works as Of Mice and Men, The Pearl, and The Red Pony (all eighth grade reads...thank you, Mrs. Jacques).

Abandoning my previous distaste for Steinbeck's style, I set out to read Travels with Charley, perhaps feeling a bit of restlessness and wanderlust myself. I read it traveling to New York, Texas, and Connecticut.

Unlike the previous works I'd read, I felt I could relate to the 60-year old writer and his canine companion. I imagined one day, too, packing up my belongings in a road-worn car just as the author packed his camper, his "Rocinante". The New York Times recently captured the Steinbeck Sag Harbor cottage in pictures--I urge you to check out their slideshow.

As much as Travels with Charley is a book about "capturing America" (as the subtitle suggests), it is also poignantly captures the quest for home. I'm still on that quest, and I hope you are enjoying reading about the journey here.
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