Have you ever felt like you've lost direction in your thoughts or life? Kind of like you can no longer remember where you might've been headed or what your next step was supposed to be? Suddenly one day, maybe you just woke up or perhaps you were sitting on break at work and you ask yourself "what am I doing" or "why am I here". I'm certain each and every one of us has asked ourselves this at some point in our lives and it's at these times more than any others that our journals become so important to moving forwards and moving on.
We are living in a culture that no longer knows how to sit down and have a calm conversation but rather one that feels insults must be hurled in order for anyone to be heard. Where uninformed opinions are taken as fact and that the person who makes the most noise must be right. Everywhere you look, from the evening news to Facebook to websites that feature restaurant reviews you'll find mean spirited insults lashing out in every direction. While constructive criticism is actually a great tool for promoting growth and change, the mindless assault that whips our senses daily is transforming us into grown up versions of "mean girls".
Fields full of rice paddies occasionally dotted with a pagoda fill the landscape North of Inle Lake in Northern Myanmar. The fields were flooded during our stay there so you would at times see people skimming the water-ways in small boats. The added water also acted as an ever present mirror for the sky which dutifully put on a show every afternoon in its vanity.
Think about how you would pick up something really delicate, like a small injured animal or a glass you just noticed has cracks running through it. You would move slowly, being very mindful as to what pressure your hand is exerting, your breathing would slow and your entire focus would be on the task at hand. This extreme care and delicacy is how we should all focus on moving throughout our lives, with focus and gentleness- not the rushed aggression that we have come to expect.
The mountains of Nepal are a magical place. They contain some of the highest places you can get to on earth and it really does seem like you can see the whole world from some of them.
The history of cheese goes back about as long as people have been domesticating animals but, depending on whom you ask, there might be a different myth that begins it all. The truth is that cheese always tells a story; a bit about the place, the animals, and the people who are making it. It’s a love story more than anything else—one that starts with the land and a desire to create something beautiful from it. It’s this story that the family behind Luigi Guffanti cheeses are looking to preserve, something that’s becoming ever more challenging in today’s world.
Mandalay is the second largest city in Myanmar and was home to the last royal palace of Burma. We were told by almost everyone to avoid spending too much time there, it was meant to be a pit stop on the way from Bagan to Inle Lake on the tourist circuit. Due to an inertia that we have found to be getting stronger every day we ended up spending more than a week there. And it ended up being one of the most interesting places we came across in the Country.
This is a collection of photographs taken in the Burmese city of Mandalay on the Irrawaddy river.
Pet Peeves- we all have some, whether it's something that gets to you everyday or something that only catches up with you every once in a while. These minor annoyances can add up in a big way if you let them and suddenly that person chewing with their mouth open is doing it on purpose because they want to ruin the rest of of your day. However, these pet peeves can also be very useful if you let them. They can help you begin to work on yourself and practice becoming less critical and judgmental of others and any minor annoyances in your environment that aren't under your control.
Before heading east to Kathmandu we spent a lovely week in London visiting some old friends. It turned out to be a very necessary break before the craziness of Nepal and Asia. It also makes an interesting contrast in terms architecture and a cultures relation to it to the Asian collections that I will be putting up in the next few weeks.
People oftentimes become so obsessed with borders and lines across the land that they forget that before anyone drew those lines on a map, there were tribes of people that lived in the lands: oftentimes with their own unspoken territories. In the last ten months I've crossed many borders expecting something completely different on the other side only to realize that nothing had changed and that many of the same customs and cuisines existed. I wonder if we can all use food as something to bring us all together, it can cause us to realize that no matter how different we might think we are we all still eat and love many of the same items.