one, two, three.

one, two, three: a look back at the week. photo via what katie ate.

one. The food photography at What Katie Ate is always so gorgeous that it borders on obscene; Monday's photo set, of Australian coffee house The Grounds, is no exception. That pizza? With the EGG? WTF/FTW/GIVE IT TO ME.

two. The Brightest Young Things Spring STYLE Guide is UP and AT 'EM and IN EFFECT, and I'm thrilled (and thankful!) that Panda Mag's Issue 6 LAUNCH was included! Check it, and the rest of their Spring Guides to art/music/movies/LIFE, here.

three. I've never emailed an obituary to four people in one morning, but Harry Crews's life, as told by the NYTimes, was EPIC. I can only hope my own DEATH NOTICE is as interesting (and by interesting I actually mean TAWDRY).

flickr friday.

from the flickr. 

Last Summer; mid shoe-change. Litas ALWAYS require a back-up plan for the walk home.

no news (in your inbox).

necklace by erin considine; available soon at treasury.

The April EDISH of No News is Good News mails out on Monday! Sign up HERE for an extra week's worth of Panda Head content (and a NO NEWS guarantee) (for real this time).

post-dinner party.

a walking tour of washington, DC.

Oh, man. THIS. Super charming and sweet, this short film, from Panda Head Magazine: Issue 4, never fails to kill me dead.

picnic steez.

A Panda Mag meeting (in the great outdoors).

the ladies, the ladies.

SHOES at DCAC.

MINTED.

My friend Bryan and I were ACCIDENTAL, MINT-GREEN TWINSIES this past Friday night, at the DCAC opening for Rex Weil's "Ripography."

spring cocktails.

the drink and THE HEFF. photos by Chris Chen.

Matthew Heffernan is the Tavernkeeper at Smoke + Barrel, a barbecue joint EXTRAORDINAIRE in the Adams Morgan neighborhood. Responsible for their fantastic Bourbon menu (as well as the Boilermaker Cocktails), he was so generous as to comply when I got in touch about putting together a Spring-appropriate cocktail. Sweet but refreshing; delicious and easy to drink - photographer Chris Chen and I were thrilled to be the taste testers for his Ginger-Citrus Whiskey Spritzer (which we referred to as "THE HEFF" for the entirety of the evening). Invite me when you make a batch for your upcoming picnics? Yes? Please? Thank you.

Ingredients
12 oz. Simple syrup (I use dark agave instead of granulated sugar for mine)
One large finger of ginger peeled and chopped
Zest of one grapefruit
Zest of one lemon
Juice of one half lime
Elmer T Lee Bourbon
Ice
Soda water

Combine simple syrup, ginger, and all citrus in a pot and steep over low heat for approximately 30 minutes. Allow to cool, then strain. You can keep this mixture in the fridge to have at the ready all season long - I put it in a squeeze bottle for easy use. Combine 1 oz. of syrup for two ounces of whiskey in a short glass, shake well over ice, then top with soda water. Cheers!

cheee-eeee-eeee-eese.

at america eats.
Between an evening spent at America Eats (by the way - OMG) and this post at Smith & Ratliff - it became clear to me that, last week, Clothbound Chedder was simply MY DESTINY.

no news is GOOD news: april preview.

A little April newsletter PREVIEW ACTION before it mails out next week; click HERE to get all signed up (and HERE to see what went down last month)!

est. delivery date: mon. mar. 26.

c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'monononcomconcmn c'mon.

this is not a hunger games reference*.

but this WAS my Friday night hair.
*except it maybe kind of is.

one, two, three.

one, two, three: this happened/this week. photo via The Glow.

one. I am not the target demographic for The Glow...yet I totally AM the target demographic for The Glow.

two. DC boutique Redeem is celebrating this Saturday (from 6-9PM) with a party for Pioneer, a collection of vintage Barlow Knives, new tin cups, and Men's apothecaries (I may have made that word up), curated by the folks at Mutiny. With drinks from local whiskey distillery Wasmund's and indie-folk band Bison slated to play, it sounds like an Americana-style good time will be had by all.

three. If you follow Panda Head on FB or twitter, you;ll already know that THIS, built by the Confetti System for T Magazine, knocked my socks off in about four different ways. Shiny! Golden! Animation! HYPNOTISED.

flickr friday.

in a box; in the basement; from my FLICKR.

from "Movie Stills, Radio Stories, and Other Fine Animals: Paintings by Zach Storm."
Panda Head Mag: Issue 4
painting by Zach Storm; detail photo by Nilay Lawson.

creative cocktail-ing.

photo: jeff martin

The Corcoran Gallery's annual ARTINI is a celebration of ART and COCKTAILS (and cocktails inspired by art), and in anticipation of this year's party - March 31st at the Corcoran - our friends at Brightest Young Things put together a gorgeous spread. Shot on location at the Gallery and showcasing CREATIVE COCKTAIL ATTIRE - assembled with pieces from some of DC's best locally-owned boutiques and collectives, including Treasury, Redeem, Ginger Root, and Butler + Claypool - it's beautiful clothing in an equally beautiful setting. BONUS: the spread was (oh-so-perfectly) styled by TEAM PANDA MAG's (and BYT style writer) Kate Greene.

Tickets for ARTINI 2012 are available here.
Check the full spread at Brightest Young Things.

shin splints.

Speaking of New Rock Church of Fire, two Summers ago my friend Carolyn and I - in an effort to entertain ourselves while OUR DUDES spent a weekend recording - made the above video for one of their songs. AMERICA/HOT BABES/BLACK EYES/FAKE BLOOD AND SHITTY T-SHIRTS: these are a few of my favorite things.

outdoor kids...

...on a Saturday night.

Issue 6 INSPIRATION.

Playboy, April 1972: ON THE BRAIN as we build content for THE MAG.

white out.

seriously, i told you the cherry blossom thing would get gratuitous.
My favorite linen dinner napkin Spring blouse.

entry.

photo C.Freeman.

Our entry/BIKE DEPOSITORY seems forever in transition; for the last six-months-or-so it's served as our FAMILY WALL (yes, that's Uncle Rod's BEHIND up there, in all its 70s glory). Something about the change in weather has it feeling a little...heavy? Crowded? BROWN? I've since stripped the whole thing bare (and started leaving the bike in the hallway, sorryneighborsdonthatemeplease), and am having visions of tropical colors and VINES. My pencil is sharpened/my paintbrushes are aligned; I'm just trying really hard not to ZEBRA.

smooth.

ONE dreadfully ripe banana + ONE spoonful organic peanut butter
+ TWO strawberries + EIGHT OZ rice milk.
Blend, drink, curse yourself for forgetting the senseless stupidity of the STRAWBERRY SEED, enjoy.

quality porch time.

SPRING IN DC: AN ONSLAUGHT OF GRATUITOUS CHERRY BLOSSOM PICTURES.

My husband's weekend was WAY COOLER than mine; he and his bandmates/BFFs spent the last few days on a FARM/recording studio just outside Charlottesville. By all accounts they had a crazy-productive weekend (five songs IN THE CAN; one million beers TAKEN CARE OF; two goats successfully HERDED), and I can't wait to hear the final mixes.
Left to my own devices, I almost immediately managed to lock myself out of the house (with the dog, of course). While waiting for my spare keys to cross the Potomac, I logged some quality PORCH TIME and re-acquainted myself with longform.org; it was an accidental - and totally pleasant - way to spend a Friday afternoon.

no news is GOOD news: april preview.

polaroid by Victoria Milko.

A little SNEAK PEEK at the April Newsletter - click HERE to subscribe, and check-check-check the March edition HERE. And oh! PS - Panda Head is on twitter, and also THE BOOK. I'm not sayin, I'm just sayin.

one, two, three.

1,2,3: a look back at the week. photo via.

one. I'm having drinks with MY LADIES tonight at Room 11; am putting the above, carefree/don't care Lou Doillon steez in my pocket and taking it with me. Or at least trying to pull it out of my closet/blowdryer.

two. YR BROW GAME: LOCK IT UP TIGHT (via Refinery29).

three. My friend Chris O'Brien's cartoon - Planet Awesome - was chosen as a finalist in Comedy Central's Independent Pilot Competition! You can check the trailer here - I love it in its entirety; I ADORE it for that nasty Prince riff/spaceship at 1:21.

flickr friday.

photo from my flickr; MOULES from Dr. Granville Moore's.

The bottom of a bowl of mussels is always a sad, sad thing.

a polite, yet festive, fundraiser.

DC food zine The Runcible Spoon is throwing an American Craft Whizkey Tasting this Saturday afternoon; tickets for the Whiskey Society-guided "tour through the country's best craft whiskeys" (READ: THIS IS A JAMESON-FREE ZONE) are $40, with the proceeds going towards the publication - the 7th issue was actually released today! Head here for ticket/event information, and check out the zine IN REAL LIFE at Treasury.

animals re-enacting (re-visited).

These are 2 of my favorite videos from the "When Animals Re-Enact" series (10 total) some friends and I made well over A YEAR AGO (whaaaat? TIME FLIES, ETC, ETC). Check the rest at my Vimi-Vimi-Vimeo page.

RELEASE THE GERIATRICS.

I'm not trying to brag, but my collection of Spring-appropriate ORTHOPEDIC SANDALS is VAST.

sleeveless (squared).

Sure, I like picnics - but I still know how to party.

hot sauce wars.

a HEATED competition/an INTENSE battle/a FIERY face off/UGGHSORRYBYE.

I'm Team Tapatio.

twinterns.

kel and chlo. photos by liz gorman (IT'S LIZ GORMAN WEEK, GUYS).

Panda Head Mag: Issue 6 is MAKING MOVES, and we're now officially ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS for an intern (just one). OVERVIEW STUFF includes a couple of hours of daytime/weekday availability (and evening, as we head into the technical/web aspect of things), and the flexibility to plan your weekends around us, now through mid-May. Knowing your way around a camera, a general knowledge of Photoshop, and possession of an A+ attitude are all valuable life skills, and ones that we'll lend preference to (21+ is also a bonus, but not a dealbreaker).
FOR KICKS, these are all links to posts and projects that our Issue 5 TWINTERNS (and dear, dear friends) Kelley McNutt and Chloé Maratta worked on during their Panda Mag tenure.

Interested parties should reach out via email:
panda.head.blog@gmail.com

three men and a little lady.

WHO'S GUTTENBERG?

After a Thursday dinner at my sister's (where the above reenactment of a CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE occurred, POST-PIZZA), we spent the rest of the weekend around the house. Friday bore witness to some wildly furious SPRING CLEANING (the fury was actual AND theoretical; something about scrubbing baseboards and vacuuming the mattress managed to both enrage AND lend a strong sense of accomplishment); Saturday-day involved long walks and LOTS of Paul Simon. Saturday evening we threw an easy little dinner party, and caught up with old friends over red wine and pasta (PS: we added roasted fennel - and some serious salt + pepper - to that recipe). And DC Brau. And cupcakes. And CHEEEEEEESE.

GIRLS/MAGIC.

photo by Liz Gorman; click through above for more sneak previews!
My Sunday was magical, and spent entirely in the presence of girlfriends, flowers, and St-Germain. Sign up for the FULL STORY (and accompanying photo set by Liz Gorman) in the April edition of No News Is Good News (and check out March's HERE)!

one, two, three.

1,2,3: a look back at the week. photo by DP Muller for thenewrevolutionists.org.

one. My dear one Laura Burhenn got some major shine from The Huffington Post this week, for her New Revolutionists "warrior women" portrait series. Beautiful photography, beautiful women, beautiful project.

two. I clicked to Lunar Camel Co. from the Wary Meyers blog, and it's been making my mind bend all funny. Oddball and lo-fi (with occasional disco forays); I'll direct you to this post and let it introduce itself.

three. I watched Eames: The Architect and The Painter - available on Netflix Instant - on Tuesday, and loved it. Real story: I STARTED watching it on Tuesday and passed out, drooling, halfway through. I re-watched it this morning; I LOVE-loved it this morning.

flickr friday.

from my flickr account. crabs and comics: may 28, 2011.

All this SPRING is making me itchy for Summer.

3.14somethingsomething repeating?

I don't know man. I always had to take math twice.

Next Wednesday, March 14 is Pi(e) Day (GET IT, NERDS?), and in celebration the ladies (one and two) of Tarts by Tarts - along with some other DC pie-slingers - will be doing their sweet + savory THANG that evening at St. Stephen's Church, in benefit of the District's Radio CPR. $5 for all-you-can-eat pie sounds divine, and the live, old-time music that's promised is kind of giving me the O Brother Where Art Thou's. I have a feeling this is going to be pretty special - click here for more on the event.

bangz.

the departed; the cause.

I cut bangs last night, and when I texted my sister to LET HER KNOW (because that's what you DO: you cut bangs, then you alert the females in your life) she replied that she had just done the exact same thing. She blames the full moon; I blame the full moon and the new Madewell catalog.

portugeeeeeese.

photo by michael terzano.

DC artist (and my frequent partner in crime) Nilay Lawson recently began a month-long artist's residency in Sao Paulo, Brazil; she's been blogging her experience here. I am already a devoted reader, and olha! Escrevi uma frase em Português!

party down.

sessy camera face vs. DR CHEESEBALL (PHD).

Mitchell likes to call this silk buttondown my PARTY SHIRT (because of the HAWAAIAN aspect), but its preferred title is "Saturday Night Fever": you are currently viewing a PG13 amount of button-usage; I generally wear it all Bee Gees-sleazy.

polka, polka.

the polka king of the midwest.
The dress at left is a MAXI; the one at right is somewhere south of tea-length. Both are somewhat recent thrift purchases, and they've each already seen some transitional-weather ACTION (I've even had occasion to spill Indian food on the slipdress, if you can imagine me doing such a thing) - when Spring is officially IN BUSINESS these two are frontrunners in the race for OFFICIAL UNIFORM.

guilty/party.

We've been using the chalkboard to keep track of what we've got in the fridge (I was feeling major guilt about the amount of food we were throwing away. Like, MAJOR guilt. Terrible and haunting remorse.), and AS SUCH the food processor is seeing a lot of action/playing matchmaker to vegetables we'd otherwise be tossing. What, you've never had a purple cabbage-and-carrot turkey meatball? WELL I HAVE. AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN.

at erik and kate's.

that's so 37 seconds ago.

BOOM.

No News is Good News (e)mailed out this morning - if you're a subscriber, you're ahead of the game on THE BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: Panda Head Magazine is out of hibernation, and the Spring Issue (our sixth) will launch in May!
With pal Nilay Lawson (Art Content Editor, issues 3,4,5) off traveling the world (let's all wave in the general direction of Brazil, shall we?), Issue 6 will be manned by Kate Greene (meet her here, and here, if you don't know her already) and - of course and as always - Erik Loften and myself. It (already) feels good to be back.

rocked.

THESE GUYS.

DC is the second stop for ROCKED, a collection of photos by rock photographer Mick Rock (SAY ROCK AGAIN. ROCK.) put on by W Hotels Worldwide. I had a vague notion of his work, and by "vague notion" I mean that I knew he shot this and that was the extent of things, but immediately upon walking into Thursday's opening party (at the W, obviously) I was all like OH RIGHT, THIS GUY. THIS GUY IS THE SHIT. While I, personally, might have called the above Queen photo a career high and then laid my camera down for a forever-nap, the amount of truly ICONIC photos he took - both before and after that - is shocking. The exhibition is heavy on the 70s stuff (definitely the right move; love ya, Dave Grohl, but you're nothing next to a peach-fuzzy Ozzy), and it's worth checking out while it's here.
The opening party itself was super fun - Fitz and the Tantrums played and Thievery Corporation DJed - and I got to catch up with a lot of people I hadn't seen in A MINUTE. The highlight of my night, though, may have been my pre-party decision to carry a massively oversized clutch - not only did it insure that the exhibition program (a bound copy of all the prints in the show) made it to our coffee table, but the pair of flats it stowed for afterwards turned out to be NECESSARY. Saturday shoes on a Thursday night were, in retrospect, a rather large cup of ambition.

one, two, three.

1,2,3: a look back at the week.

one. Friends (and advertisers!) at Smash! Records are featured - along with several other local businesses - in the above American Express "Shop Small" video. Congratulations to Smash, and also to co-owner Daisy Lacy (for looking REAL cute in that dashiki top).

two. I found this Kickstarter (to fund the music rights, etc, of a short film titled "Wonder Valley") via you are the river and donated a couple of bucks; the film stars Tom Brosseau and it looks fantastic. I'm stoked to see the FINAL PRODUCT.

three. Less - a jewelry line by Alyssa Lesser (you know her) - has a limited-edish, pyrite and quartz necklace out via Of A Kind. Super swank; WALK THE PLANK.

flickr friday.

from my flickr flickr flickr files. at Cactus Cantina.

the hour.

BE CAREFUL.

A couple of weekends ago my friend Carolyn and I found ourselves at The Hour (it was a wandering little journey through Old Town, Alexandria; we also hit up Pretty People and Misha's). The store has an insane assortment of vintage glass sets, crystal decanters, tin trays, bar carts, and the like, and while I spent the bulk of my visit concentrating on making SMALL and PRECISE movements, terrified at every moment that I might turn too quickly and incite a million dollar, rioutously loud and embarrassing glass-shard shower (I shouldn't even LOOK at nice things, really) - I was ALSO envisioning myself swanning around a sunken living room with a tray of Old Fashioneds, pausing to straighten the frame on our Rothko before offering our impeccably-dressed guests another round. In real life I drink grocery store wine out of a juice glass. The end.

an illustrated life.

My Dad's been on a serious Saul Bass kick, and in typical fashion his interests have started making their way into the rest of the family's repertoire - most recently, he purchased the above copy of Henri's Walk to Paris for my niece and nephew in Istanbul (shipping rates do not stand in the way of the man building an army of group-thinkers). Written by Leonore Klein and illustrated by YOU KNOW WHO, it's a kids book that could pass inspection as part of my own library - actually, it would fit right in next to the Charley Harper anthology that my Dad keeps trying to snake. Considering he once let himself into our apartment in the middle of the day to "borrow" a Fleetwood Mac record, I should probably reconsider leaving that thing in plain sight.