Takeout

My love of houses didn't start with this blog. As a kid I would cut out house ads from real estate booklets and Sunday newspapers and paste them into my diaries. I laid in bed at night thinking of what it might like to live in them. And I may have even sneaked into a few empty houses to nose around a time or two (note: i was born in the second half of the 70's and things just weren't so locked up as they are today). When I was young, maybe 11 or 12 years old, I was obsessed with the idea of having a loft apartment. I remember sitting down at the table with the Sunday newspaper, a local real estate booklet, a notepad, and pencil looking at prices and taking notes trying to plot out my future life around my ability to live a downtown loft. I had all kinds of numbers crunched trying to figure out how much rent would cost, sorting out living expenses, how much spending money I'd need (i think i penciled in yearly vacations to Hawaii too). And, beyond that, I tried to figure out what kind of job a person who lived in a loft might have (I think I came up with private investigator at the time - obviously I wasn't very good at number crunching). Well, I failed to follow my strict adolescent life plan probably somewhere around the following week but I still have a serious affection for lofts. Did you have any visions of where you might live when you grew up?
Look : See more photos of this lovely and eclectic loft at apartment therapy.

Food for thought : mental illness and the media.

Photography : The death of conversations.

Lists : Bruce Springsteen's favorite books that shaped his mind and music.

Hope you all have a great weekend!