I have been lucky enough to check out a handful
of films at the festival each year, over the past 9 years and this
film ranks at the top. The film premiered as a short
film during the 2012 Sundance Film Festival, and
then received the necessary funding to make it into a feature length
film. Blessings to those who backed it, as it is a MUST SEE!
The cast of Fishing Without Nets.
At the theater, the intro screen, introducing all of the
films of the US Dramatic Competition.
I still cover in chill bumps, when I think of this film.
Part of the cast. Lead character, in the middle.
I have said it a thousand times over, the highlight of seeing
films at the festival is the Q&A with the people who created and acted
in the film. Hearing the ins and outs of this film was remarkable.
I cannot stress enough that everyone needs to see this
film. I except we will continue to see big things from this young
director, in the future.
Ahhhhh, you're on SNL!!! We adore you!!! -a "group of anonymous girls", grabbing lunch.
We were so excited to see Jenny Slate at
lunch on Main Street. She was in town
promoting Obvious Child in which she stars.
This could totes be a rumor starting picture, right?
Yet, we all know Ethan Hawke and Patricia Arquette must
be super close pals after working together over a
decade on the film Boyhood. This film is fascinating,
as it seems more documentary than feature film...
I cannot wait to see it.
Both are up for SAG and Golden Globe awards,
for their parts in this film.
Even though he looks rather HANGRY* in this
picture, he will forever be one of my favorites,
because he starred in Reality Bites. That film
was everything to teenagers in the 90s... in my opinion.
* And no, he wasn't yelling at me.
Sure looks it though.
FLAWLESS!!! For reals, I was blown away
by how stunning she is!
Aubrey Plaza of Parks & Rec. I asked her to wave (of course I did)
so I could send this to my friend, Kenny D, a year later...oops.
Daaaang, that's a mouthful of a title...and by mouthful I mean you are literally going to want to stuff your mouth full of these tasty bite size morsels! Side note: aren't they extra scrumptious, nesting in the cutie vintage bowl that once belonged to my grandma?!? Love!
Create a double boiler by placing a couple inches of water in a
saucepan and topthe pan with a glass or stainless bowl.
Over medium heat slowly melt the chocolate
(equal parts Ghiradelli bittersweet and semi-sweet is my winning combo)
Once the chocolate is completely melted, set up an assembly line.
On the counter set up mini pretzels, the bowl of melted
chocolate on a towel (you might have to pop the bowl back over
heat for a minute, to loosen it back up) and plates of toffee bits
and raw almonds.
Line baking sheets with parchment.
Dip the pretzel in the chocolate, shaking off excess. Then set on the toffee,
place an almond on the chocolate (where it will stay put, once the chocolate sets).
Use your fingers to toss a bit of toffee on the remaining chocolate
(toffee will be sticking to the bottom as well...the more the merrier!)
Place dipped and candied pretzels on a parchment
lined baking sheet to set up. It will only take about
an hour for the chocolate to fully set. Good luck
waiting that long!
Place set candies in a dish or better yet package up to share with
friends, teachers, neighbors, etc. This would be a delicious addition
Doesn't this look like a poster? There happened to be a festival
happening on the grounds of the Eiffel Tower, the day we strolled
around, and I was simply blown away by the beauty and random
juxtaposition of the steel and balloons against the perfect sky backdrop.
While booking a flight to Morocco, we noticed we would be switching planes in Paris, France. It seems like it would go against every bit of who I am to just switch plans...instead, I switched flight dates, so we could spend a few days exploring the city of lights, before heading on to Morocco.
Some of my favorite studies from college were the history of both arts and architecture, so these precious few days often felt like flipping through the pages of well worn text books. I was in heaven!
Apologies in advance for the abridged and slightly scattered photographic journey of this trip. We took hundreds of pictures, but I am just sharing a large handful here. Please do enjoy!
I am the worst packer in the entire world. no, for reals. If there was an
actual way to pack a kitchen sink, I would pack it. So, the hubs
didn't believe it when I shoved everything I needed for our 12 days of travel,
into my old trusty weekend pack (est. as my favzy in 1997). I even had room to
throw in 2 vacant duffel bags, knowing I would go treasure hunting in Morocco.
Where's Waldo (do you see me)? We took the train from the airport
Not knowing anything about where to stay in the city, I
quickly realized we were very central and could walk absolutely
everywhere. The stairs of the hotel were my most favorite thing.
Creaky old stairs wrapped in dizzying carpet,
sandwiched between red railings and walls...
sign me up!
Arriving on the red eye meant we arrived in the city by
10am. Much too early to check into our cutie little hotel
(which I do think was a blessing, because who wants to
catch a nap when you have so little time to explore?) so
we dropped our bags and set off on foot. we headed
towards the cathedral Notre Dame. Oh my, what a beauty!
Some fun bits of architecture to spot in this picture: archivolts pointed arches trefoils pilaster rose/wheel window
gargoyles (grotesques) tracery crockets trumeau
and on and on...
I am a total sucker for Gothic Architecture. I felt overwhelmed
by this cathedral, when studying it in text books, so imagine how
crazed I felt standing before it. Outrageous.
I could have sat and stared at the stained glass
for hours! Breathtaking!
Those lucky Parisians.
First they have the ridiculous architecture, then they have
double on the ridic pastry shops. OMG, look at those meringues!
When I bake these up, they are a few bites in size. This was more
reminiscent of an American style treat, the Elephant Ear!!
Bellies full of pastries, we kept exploring. We
wandered into every cathedral we saw. I am
afraid I don't know remember the names of all,
but I certainly remember the magic I felt in each of
them. Again, the architecture. Today we watch buildings go
up in minutes (wondering if they will stand
the test of time) and then you pause and look at the builds
of history and you see every second, minute, year of detail
that went into the construction. Fascinating!
Parisian streets. Seriously, as lovely as I
could have ever imagined!
Hulk Hogan. I suspect.
See, I was actually there.
See, I bite me lower lip, even on vacation. Must work on that!
What a fun little surprise. We got to our hotel to unwind for the night,
and I walk out onto the room's balcony and we could see the Eiffel Tower.
It looked fake, peaking out of from behind all the old residential buildings.
I couldn't wait to get up morning 2, and head that way! After a morning stop at a pastry shop, of course!
mmmm the breakfast of champions!
Seriously, bury me in a french bakery, when I leave this earth.
On second thought, bury me in a french bakery next to a french floral shop.
More cathedral love. I was obsessed with
this glass pattern.
This felt like the Secret Garden. Which
happens to be my most favorite musical EVER.
As if those aren't the coolest window surrounds,
in the history of window surrounds.
Did I just copy and paste this image from a
poster catalog? Looks fake, right?
We didn't go to the top of the Eiffel Tower,
because the lines were outrageous and we only had
3 days to explore the city. It was funny talking to my
father-in-law who had visited 50 years prior and he
talked of heading straight up to the top, no wait.
Oh how the times have changed.
We DID take the requisite kissing pic, in front of the tower,
however we looked like hot garbage, laughed and chalked
it up to the experience.
The experience being: no one ever needs to see it.
Close up of the arch. Amazing carved details!
Just in awe of the craftsmanship of history.
We should just call it like it is. This man should
have been our tour guide. Just up the block from our
hotel, he made the most ridic crepes and his shop was
a frequent stop. Sweet or savory, we don't discriminate.
Our third morning started off like the other mornings,
pastries and a walk through the park up the block, Luxembourg Gardens. What a lovely spot. It
made us feel at home, while being so far away.
Much like a big city park here in the states, the park was
bustling at an early hour with dog walkers, runners, children
playing, and people catching up on the paper news. Just lovely.
Looks fake, right? I still don't understand the palm trees, but when
the overall place is sweet and relaxing, you let that oddity slip.
A must see. A taste of local life, I would say.
Guess what you get when blog a trip a thousand years after you return?
You forget where you were when you snapped. I do remember
we walked a long way (which direction, I have no clue), up a
hill and then around a bend...and there was a dude playing a weird
instrument out front. Does this narrow it down?
Have no fear, Zac will remember.
I will ask him when he returns from his ski
adventures with Logi...
From mosaic heaven, of unknown (will soon know) cathedral we
marched on to Moulin Rouge. I would have loved to have seen
it all lit up in the night sky, but the street felt a wee bit seedy, so
I was more happy to be there during the day.
We continued our tour by foot and popped into the Paris Opera House.
I snapped this pic of the floor because A) I love a good mosaic and
B) the fret is beyond gorgeous! I am a sucker for fret patterns!
After a long ass morning of walking and exploring, it was time to
get some profiteroles in our bellies. I of course forgot to take
a picture of the beautiful plate that arrived, but snapped one after...
to never forget that moment. OMG.
PROFITEROLES FOR PRESIDENT OF PARIS!
Jelly fish rank quite high in things I am quite afraid of, but I looooved
this bit of street art.
I am also a sucker for key patterns. Seriously. Love. Spotted on
a modest residential, multi-family building. Lucky devils.
Quite by accident, but much to our happiness we stumbled upon
Cafe Procope. The many haunts who have sat at these small tables.
Hard to comprehend, but a few names to throw out:
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Benjamin Franklin, Voltaire...here's me guessing that Franklin had seconds on the profiteroles!
You guys, I am spent. I am certain I am missing some key components of this adventure (HECK NO, I MISSED NOTHING...PASTRIES FOR THE WIN!)
We sure did enjoy our quick adventure. Stay tuned for some travels through Morocco.
Shout out to my amazing in-laws, who drove down from Minnesota
to be with the littles, so we could set off on this adventure. We couldn't have done it
without them. I am forever grateful for them.
and to my French mates from high school (you know who you are... the ones who played Bravo (bingo!) on the weekly and learned next to nothing, I say to to you, my friends (in English because I of course can't translate this to French)
PLEASE MOVE THE PROJECTOR OUT OF MY WAY!
ps. if you do translate that, knowing it was the one phrase you held on to from our rigorous studies, you quickly realize we actually learned nothing. No comment.