Spontaneously spent the weekend in Joshua Tree with some lady friends. We were just there for an overnight so we packed in as much thrifting, eating and exploring as we could. The highlight was spending the afternoon right into the sunset in the park as the light got golden and the wind kicked up enough dust to give the landscape an eerie never ending horizon. We took pictures, shot a lot of vines (follow Cheryl Nichols on Vine, you won’t be sorry) and drank in one of my favorite places on Earth.
It’s been 3 years since I visited my family in France and I’m way overdue. So I took the plunge and booked a ticket (slowing down and asking myself what’s really important) and I leave in 2 weeks. I’ll be staying in the studio my dad keeps near Bastille. It’s in this amazing old courtyard where I spent my earliest years, have my earliest memories and where I lived when I was 20. (also, it was featured in this movie).
That’s me with my dad in the courtyard before my parents split up and my mom and I moved to LA. My parents’ old apartment was sold to the designer Paola Navone a couple years ago. She renovated it and got a ton of press (here). Here are some pics of it when it was under construction (here).
The studio we still have is on the floor above that apartment and is teeny tiny but has a beautiful view and good neighbors. I guess you could call it a pied-a-terre if you wanted to make it sound fancier than it is. It just got streamlined so I’ll take pics when I get there. We still have the house in Provence but I probably won’t have a chance to make it there on this trip.
I’m planning on working on a couple of special assignments while I’m away. I’m almost as booked as I want to be but If you’re looking for a photographer in Paris (or London) between Oct 20 -Nov 10, you can email me laure (at) laurejoliet (dot) com.
I’ll also be updating my various guides to paris I wrote a couple years ago.
What would you guys like to see from Paris?
This is Petrolia. To say that Monica and Will live off the beaten path would be an understatement. To get to petrolia, you have to exit the 101 and then basically drive through a redwood forest and over a mountain range on a tiny almost 2 lane road where you pass maybe 4 cars in an hour and a half. You drive through a ‘town’ called honeydew. And then 20 minutes after that you are in Petrolia.
Monica and Will live there in this yurt. They grow their own vegetables, have 39 chickens, operate on solar power and both work for non profits helping to restore the king range and mattole river to their original glories. Monica is due any day now so these pictures show her at almost 9 months along. I feel like monica and will are almost always smiling.
About 10 minutes away is the coast where we took a long walk on a basically deserted stretch of beach and I found a rock I liked. I took a picture so that I could leave it where I found it; such is the lost coast.
The trip involved redwoods, solar powered yurts, chickens, empty coast line, yoga, dirt roads, lots of garlic, NO INTERNET, a pregnant cousin, a non pregnant cousin, dogs, cats, wine, cheese, tie dye, greenhouses, more redwoods, long walks on the beach and sleeping.
Pics of all of it soon enough.
And thank you to everyone who left such thoughtful comments on the last post. I got them on the trip and they were really comforting.
Finally wrapped the tv show, got put on another one for two days, took a day off and then spent an amazing day yesterday in ojai with tracey from kismet tile shooting one of their installations (here’s another one I shot earlier this year).
It was beautiful and ungodly levels of hot and I can safely say I’m in love with ojai. It will be my next lazy vacation destination, right after Abby and I take over The Brick House this weekend and I give in entirely to exhaustion.
Happy 4th everyone! I’ll actually be getting some time off to spend time with hazel, maybe go to the beach, definitely sleep in and maybe do some thrifting. All before next week starts and I try desperately to break morgan’s spirit (maybe beth’s too) and test the bounds of my ability to go without rest.
Still no dwell on design update (but check out bianca’s) and way behind sharing other projects, but c’est la vie, eh?
You’re behind, too, right?
(photo above is from my trip to Mexico, also still need to share the pics from out day trip to La Paz)
It was a working weekend with a fun roadtrip south on the 15 for a shoot. It was glorious and sunny and the 15 is a great driving road. Rolling hills, avocado groves, not too much traffic. On the way home I saw this spectacular bougainvillea just totally owning the side of the road.
How was your weekend?
Before life takes over and I forget that I ever went to Mexico, I wanted to share more from the trip! In case you missed it, here’s the house I stayed in.
Todos Santos is basically a dusty little town right on the pacific in baja california. You can’t swim in the water in most places because the rip tide and current will take you right out to sea (though it’s got great surfing in hidden little spots).
Part of the town sits lower and has rich soil, little streams and tons of palm trees. The rest is very very dry.
There is a cluster of little stores, one of them sells this great geranium scented soap. It’s next to the english language book store where I got this little camel (made by women to help fund the zapatistas on the mainland).
The popsicles were so pretty.
A little ways up the road out of town is a nursery where they hand you scissors and you can cut your own bouquet of flowers.
The modern little hotelito stands in direct contrast to the old todos santos inn. A little away from town, up higher with a breeze, it’s a streamlined colorful spot with a great pool and really good food. That’s the owner Jenny coming through the the bougainvillea. She hosts themed evenings in the restaurant. We went for sushi night and it was honestly some of the best sushi I’ve ever had.
A highlight of the trip to baja was getting drinks and dinner at the todos santos inn. One of the oldest buildings in todos santos (built by a sugar baron in the 1800′s), the hacienda in the center of town has been totally restored as a historic inn and stands as an incredible contrast to my dad’s house.
I fell in love with the high beamed ceilings, colonial style brick, tile floors, spanish fixtures and, of course, the crumbling mural in the entry. The food was so so but the margaritas at sunset in the bar were perfect!