Mike Hamm

All of us tend to live in our heads. In ``Cloudbusting,'' the idea was of starting this song with a person waking up from this dream, ``I wake up crying.'' It's like setting a scene that immediately suggests to you that this person is no longer with someone they dearly love. It puts a pungent note on the song. Life is a loss, isn't it? It's learning to cope with loss. I think in a lot of ways, that's what all of us have to cope with. - Kate Bush

I still dream of Orgonon. I wake up cryin'. You're making rain, And you're just in reach, When you and sleep escape me. You're like my yo-yo That glowed in the dark. What made it special Made it dangerous, So I bury it And forget. But every time it rains, You're here in my head, Like the sun coming out-- Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen. And I don't know when, But just saying it could even make it happen. On top of the world, Looking over the edge, You could see them coming. You looked too small In their big, black car, To be a threat to the men in power. I hid my yo-yo In the garden. I can't hide you From the government. Oh, God, I won't forget. 'Cause every time it rains, You're here in my head, Like the sun coming out-- Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen. And I don't know when, But just saying it could even make it happen. And every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out. Like Your son's coming out. Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen. And I don't know when, But just saying it could even make it happen. Ooo-ohh, just saying it could even make it happen. E-yeah yeah yeah yeah Your son's coming out. Your son's coming out. hammmade.com

Living

I'm lusting after Fabrizio Rollo's beautifully decorated space. His aesthetic pretty much sums up the look I'm going for at my SOCO apartment. I love the use of mixed animal prints, bold colors, and Uzbeki and African textiles. A peek inside Fabrizio's pad...

Paris

I've been settling back into Austin, really trying to root myself for the first time in a long time. It's hard and it's scary, lonely and uncomfortable. Strangely enough, I don't really have the urge to pack up and move again. I don't want to. So I guess as I've been contemplating this new state of staying I've also been reminiscing, mulling over my past lives in other places. Paris was probably the most challenging. I felt a loneliness there that I had never felt before, and, thankfully, haven't felt since. I had some dark days, but I was also so inspired. Paris really is magical, full of beauty, art, and so much charm. I never tired of the Eiffel Tower. In my last flat in Paris, I would slowly watch it come into view as I stepped out of my metro station at Pyrenées. And it also made me gasp a little. I never tired of Montmartre. I could have spent every single day wandering through that tiny neighborhood, in and out of little shops. My first trip to Paris was with my buddy Alex. We'd been living/traveling together for a few months, and we had our share of full out fights on subway trains and angrily parting ways only to meet up with each other in a new city. Very dramatic. In Paris we were like children - blissful, giddy, full of energy. We walked everywhere. We ate everything. Alex took a million pictures. We didn't want to leave, so we extended our stay. On the last day, we wandered and I kept wondering to myself, "Could I live here...?"

Paris vs New York

I'm dying over these prints by graphic designer Vahram Muratyan. I ordered the book and am lusting over the prints at Society 6... So witty. Seeing them makes me miss Paris a lot...

I want some for my kitchen, some for my closet, and some to put above my little dining table...

Storm

Finally living out my Stevie Nicks obsession, thanks to my very talented friend, Paige Ann Newton.

Growing Pains

For the month of September, I love:

1. Summer Camp's "Ghost Train" .

Way back in September
I boarded the train.
Neon lights guiding me
Far from where I came.

Autumn brought you to me.
Speed from land to sea.
Land to sea and back again
And now there's only me
Alone.

Dawn broke out the window.
The glass filled up with pink.
You held my hand and told me,
"Try hard not to think."
You probably can't picture
The look that's in my eyes,
But I will never forget
The heartache of your sighs.

The slow train brought you to me.
Fast train sent you back,
Sent you far from me and I'm
Alone.

2. Decorating my apartment. I've discovered my true interiors love: Danish modern furniture. I'm obsessed with it, and I wish I had more space for more pieces...



3. Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. I'm addicted to it. Satrapi retells the story of the Iranian revolution through the perspective of her 10-year old self.

4. My Steven Alan "Janis" hat. I want to wear it everyday with everything.



5. All things coconut.

Postcards from Tunisia

Some of my favorite shots. Every Sunday when I go to church I feel a little twinge, a part of me that misses the quiet and the peace of Tunis, the slow Mediterranean pace. On Sundays I would usually cab it to church, then walk home. On the way back I'd get a 2 dinar smoothie from a small little hole in the wall. I'm sip it under the sun, usually have a little afternoon cigarette, put on my headphones and start the trek home.