I came across the awesome typography/ illustration work of artist Ciara Phelan today and had to share. I’ve been feeling extremely uninspired lately (hence my lack of updates here), so I love when I discover an artist that peaks my curiosity. See more of Ciara’s work (including a bit of her process and inspiration) here.
Since purchasing my first pair of Cole Haan boots last season, I’ve been hooked. I pretty much wore them every day in the fall and winter, and they’re still in perfect condition. I’m looking for a new pair to add to the family, and I’ve narrowed it down to a few options. The Daryl boots are so beautiful in the chestnut color, and they’re waterproof (!). I could see myself wearing them with everything. But I also love the woven oxfords and the heeled chelsea boots. Decisions, decisions.
You may remember me mentioning drinking way too many of these on my summer bucket list. I never shared the recipe, but since it’s still sweltering in NYC, I thought it was still relevant. It’s such a strange time of year isn’t it? It’s currently in the 80s and humid, but it’s NYFW and we’re talking about Fall fashion. Anyway, back to the whiskey goodness.
This recipe, if you can even call it that is so simple. But so damn delicious. You can use whatever whiskey you like (I like Jack Daniels’s), and I recommend adding a bit more than the recommended amount. Because more whiskey is never a bad idea.
The Whiskey Slush – Serves 4 (adapted from this recipe)
1 cup of whiskey
1/2 fresh pineapple
the juice of 1 lime
4 teaspoons of honey
12 mint leaves
20-24 ice cubes
Method: Blend, blend, blend until smooth. Garnish with sprigs of mint and serve.
Anna Panis an animation student at Queensland College of Art in Brisbane, Australia. The blend of daily life with surrealism creates contemplative, enigmatic pieces that easily draw the eye.
A lot of the time I find myself drawing or reusing a lot of my older characters — especially the ones from a couple of years ago, where their stories are so convoluted and have been changed so many times I can’t really remember what happen[s] to them anymore. They still stay in the back of my mind, and I use a lot of them as guinea pigs or vessels for my own emotions and experiences. I think I’ve been through so much with them that I’m too fond of them to let them go…