I finally had the chance to watch The September Issue this weekend, and I was fascinated by the look into the world of high fashion.  My favorite part? Grace Coddington. A former model turned creative director, Grace is the visionary behind so many of the beautiful photo shoots we see in Vogue, like this Wizard of Oz shoot with Keira Knightley. Grace is a romantic and a dreamer, and the world desperately needs more people like her.

You’re a dreamer too, aren’t you?

(And don’t you think every woman needs a pair of red heels?)

{images from Vogue, December 2005 issue}

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I had a few hours with Audrey last night. On the big screen.

There’s a sweet little outdoor theater here in San Diego that shows old movies. Some are quite old, like Roman Holiday; others are more recent like The Princess Bride. The theater is a sweet place: they give everyone warm, fuzzy blankets, turn out heat lamps when the chill in the air becomes a bit too strong. There’s even a cartoon before the movie begins.  And once the feature film gets going, you get to sit there in amazingly comfortable seats, watching it against a backdrop of stars.

And so I was positively charmed by Ms. Hepburn and Mr. Peck.  The movie’s ending doesn’t necessarily give you what you want, but I can’t help but still love it because there’s so much truth to that ending.  Now I can’t wait to get to Rome myself, though I think I’ll leave the guitar-smashing barge brawl to someone else.

Tell me: do you have a favorite old movie? Have you ever seen it on a big screen?

Have a beautiful weekend, friends! Make sure you get out and enjoy the changing autumn scenery.

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Do you still remember what it was like to be little?  When you believed the world was full of fairies and other creatures you couldn’t see, a world full of possibilities and adventures.

There were tea parties with exotic guests, afternoons spent outdoors looking up at the sky, doors with locks you could look through (how could you not? they were right at eye level back then)…

I had stuffed animals with names and personalities. Did you? I primarily blame this on my mother — but there was the cheerleading doll that once ran away for an adventure and Rocky Racoosa who left me little gifts when I was sick with chicken pox.

And do you ever still dream about flying?

(You know, as we grew up, the possibilities only changed — there are still so many out there.)

{images by photographer Johanna Ekmark}

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