a fenway treasure

Gosh, I just took quite the hiatus! Midterms week at the conservatory and a recital monopolized my time completely. I barely put on a nice outfit all week, let a lone had time for a shoot! Oh well, I'm now relaxed and rested after a little weekend skiing with family and will be back on top of things! It is lovely to be home in Maine for a few days before heading back to the city to get some work done over spring break. I never get over how quiet the nights are here.

A few weeks ago, I took a trip to Boston's Museum of Fine Arts in between my morning and afternoon classes. As an arts student, I get free admission whenever I please, so decided to go in the morning before the school groups had arrived, and the swaths of retirees swarm the impressionist wing. What a magnificent feeling of solidarity, tranquility, and a rush of inspiration I felt walking alone in the marble rooms. It was just me and my relationship with some of the world's greatest art. Oh, and my camera!

 

Where do you feel most creative? Where are some of your favorite museums? What a magical place, the MFA!

furs fur everyone

Today, I became restless. Too much vacation. I was tired of sitting in the house all afternoon on my favorite couch by the fireplace, with a new book, and a cup of tea. Though both of my parents were either working or out running errands and I was car-less, so I had no choice but to wait until my mother got home and agreed a trip to the thrift shop was in order. My little town has the queerest little thrift shop. Retired women who volunteer bustle around gossiping, clucking like little hens arranging their eggs. It's a funny shop. Mostly overpriced "antiques" that really should be thrown into a Goodwill and marked with a $5 tag. Whenever I picked up an item and put it gently back down in it's place, a white haired grandma type would shoo me away to organize everything again. 

       

I did find a couple of items that I'm rather proud of. First, a fur shoulder piece with purple silk lining. The second purchase was a small change purse with painted leather and an old brass clasp. (By the way, this outfit is entirely thrifted/vintage other than the tights (LLBean), cardigan (UO), and leotard (Capezio)! Whoa. I never do that lolz.)

After the thrill of thrifting, my mother and I drove to the near by town and popped into one of her favorite galleries for a look around. The Tidemark Gallery sits on a hill off of US Route 1/Main Street in Waldoboro, Maine. (Where I took the style shots above!) It showcases local Maine artists in a variety of different mediums. I couldn't help but snag a few shots. 

 

 

I'm heading back to Boston tomorrow to work at the coffee shop and get things organized for next semester. Good-bye, Maine! I will miss you.

all photos are taken by me and belong to me. the featured art is not mine and can be found by clicking the link above.