Five Countries One STREET

Had a late lunch at STREET where I kept using the word AWESOME, like I was stuck in 1982 Sherman Oaks. But that was the word that kept coming to mind, to mingle in between all the ooohs and ahhhs. Everything ordered was a different combo of sugar and spice and savory so nice all in little golden ball form... Food porn for every sense.

Indian inspired sweet curried millet puffs. Gratis and I couldn't stop munching!

Recipe found here, I feel a food experiment is in my future.

Thai inspired chicken satay meatballs in light peanut sauce with cucumber vinaigrette.

Syrian inspired lamb meatballs with dates, feta and carob molasses. 
Not gamey, perfect.

USA inspired fried chicken croquette with waffle in a spicy maple sauce. 
This is the one dish I will never share again! MINE MINE MINE

Croatian inspired sour apple fritters in a whisky cider sauce, pure fried dough heaven.

Merci to STREET for a meal around the world that made my day!


Gros Bisous... Miss Absinthe

One Roll of Film - Four Photos - Five Months

My favorite self-portrait thus far,using a parking mirror

on Laurel Ave,West Hollywood.

I love the serendipitous red triangle created by the light leak/parking sign/car driving by and the picture within a picture/juxtaposition of the trees.

I'm a sucker for a pink octopus!

This weathered and rusty trunk had an old military address and was sitting unguarded in the back of a strange truck that was made from parts of different vehicles... I call it a Franken-truck. I really wanted to know what was inside, but I didn't tempt fate that day.

Who says you can't be an artist AND liberal AND bad ass?

From my first day ever at a shooting range, learning the responsible/right way

to handle a weapon. Still a pacifist though...

Until next time... Miss Absinthe

Virginity Down the Drain

Celebrated July 4th with Sweetie-pie by seeing Public Enemies (suited for the rebel in me), followed by late lunch at Umami Burger (where we witnessed a group of stoners toking up in the parking lot as they waited for their food), for one of my favorite burgers, the SoCal (no tomato). After satisfying my primal and nostalgic carnivore cravings, I found this strange crown-shaped pic of one of the virginal Jonas Brothers (Nick) looking up from the disintegrating gutter/street. I leave it up to you to interpret the message.

Until next time... Miss Absinthe

Found on Formosa Street

Walking on Formosa, just north of Santa Monica Blvd, I discovered this abandoned black knit hat, with a bright red eye-catching tag, upside down in such a way as to suggest it fell so hard it cracked the asphalt. I sat and took this pic, then crossed to my car and got in. Not one minute later, an older (say 60's-ish), stout and burly-looking gentleman, riding a bicycle south on Formosa, stopped at the hat. I, in my car across the street, grabbed the camera and tried to focus, unsuccessfully (cause he kept looking over at me!) as he bent over and looked at the hat, lost then regained balance on his bike, took off his shirt to reveal quite the gray fir coat on both sides and then rode off. I was sure he was going to take the hat with him! You'll just have to take my word for it... it was funny and sublime and real.

Until next time... Miss Absinthe