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all my bags are packed i’m ready to go

^ my bags to take to england: north face wayfinder, marc by marc jacobs backpack, rei backpack, and jiji

not feeling very minimalist at the moment, having just packed away oodles of items for just three months abroad. especially considering the four storage boxes already waiting in college. it is amazing how much the little things add up. the rei backpack is nearly all clothes and a blanket, and the north face has my sleeping bag, shoes (running, climbing, approach for mountaineering, and a pair of oxfords), and books (hooray english degree!). i could easily fit everything into the red bag if i didn’t have climbing gear (harness, shoes, clothes, sleeping bag), but gear is necessary for climbing and layers are necessary for england (hence the outer pocket of my rei bag storing solely my scottish lambswool blanket). i bring less every time (only two pairs of non-practical shoes!), but it still feels like a lot (30 kilos!). well, minimalism is a process. ★

goodbye boston

^ sister and me in the public garden, fascinated by squirrels. my outfit: backpack: marc by marc jacobs. romper, socks: top shop. tights: forever 21. shoes: converse (red).

goodbye boston. goodbye luscious public parks. goodbye photogenic squirrels and swan boats and duck tours. goodbye america, with satisfying burrito joints and cheesecake factories and dollar bills and green street signs and yellow school buses. and liberty, justice, etcetera. the most unexpected details about this country are what stand out when i am away. and off i go again, onto the next adventure of the summer

salon exhibitions and insight

^ a particularly captivating italian peasant boy by william morris hunt in the mfa’s salon room

most rooms in art galleries these days seem spacious and sparse, giving each painting its own space. stepping into the mfa’s salon room, therefore, was a significantly – refreshingly – different experience to what i have grown used to. more interesting still is the fact that in the 1890s, all of the mfa galleries exhibited art floor-to-ceiling, styled after the famous parisian salon. the aesthetic and the idea behind the salon entice me. the mfa’s explanation describes the salon as

the epitome of worldliness and sophistication. a typical salon exhibition, which might include thousands of paintings, placed the largest and most prestigious works “on the line”, at eye-level. paintings by lesser-known artists were often “skyed” towards the ceiling – though part of the game at the salon was deciding whether your judgment was better than the judges’.

i want my mind to be shaped like a salon, containing art of all kinds: paintings, but also books, plays, cupcakes…some on the line and others skyed, awaiting further inspection.