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I’m part of the Mickey Mouse Club!

23rd June 2014

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From time to time I’ll look to my blog for a photo or to remember where in the timeline of my life something has happened. It makes me sad to see that it has just stopped at the beginning of this year, which is now half over and has been full of massive life changes.

The biggest one being my move to working full time as a photographer for Yellow Shoes which is Disneys creative advertisement team! I was relocated to the south back in April, where I practically live in a cluster of parks run by my favorite mouse.

friendsimiss Before I left the Bay Area, my favorite burger place allowed my favorite mice in to wish me luck and say good bye. I remember this day as one of the most heart warming days of my life. I’m lucky to have been surrounded by so many unique people at the same time.

boyfriendsAnd lets not even get into how much my heart shrivels up being so far from these two! Luckily, this furry family of dudes have been really supportive so it helps to not feel guilty about moving across the country with most of our joint belongings, rather suddenly.florida bound

I had the longest 5 hour flight of my life, when I left San Francisco. I looked out the window as the plane took off and hovered me over the cities I felt like I had just started to get to know. I tried following the highway vein until the clouds became to dense too look down anymore and I did everything I could to not make my heart not feel so heavy. Thats right. I watched The Birdcage on my iPad ALOT. No self sufficient woman can cry when Nathan Lane is acting like such a lady!

The feeling on the flight, and that of the following couple of weeks, was a lot like the feeling that I got when I originally left New York. It feels like a difficult and confusing break up where no one did anything wrong, but there was just something saying that its time to separate for who-knows-how-long. So you leave scilently trying not to cry because theres not a specific thing to attribute the crying to. Then you watch the city move on without you though photos and movies that are unavoidable, gut wrenchingly showing off places that remind you of happy times together, until it becomes a little easier to view as you discover the little things that make you happy in your new town! Because, much like with human break ups, its not the place you miss as much as the idea of it and the memories you’ve made there. I love the memories I have of the bay area and I’m excited to create new memories in my new and completely different town!

officespaceMy first day at my first cloth walled office, I made the shyest introduction to my co workers. I’ve since come out of my shell a bit more, and have been making office redecorating plans. After all, gray stuff is best enjoyed when a candle stick tells you to try it because its delicious.

I don’t spent too much time indoors. Most of my days are spent outside of my office where I’m constantly encouraged to explore Disney World, try shooting from different places, and thinking up fun ideas to go out and document! The downside is that I have to keep all of these projects top secret, even after I see photos I’ve taken floating around the internet. Its odd how I’ve used social media as a way to build a relationship with corporate jobs and now that I have one, oh well.

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I’m still able to show off the colors and adventures and people near me in my day to day outside of work, though! Back in the bay, I had spent a lot of time focusing my maternal instincts toward Harvey the pup. Readjusting to life without him means that every time I want something to nurture and watch grow, I stroll around the farmers market picking out plants to add to my tiny jungle! Tiny jungle is quickly becoming my favorite hang out spot since I’ve been here.

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I don’t know too much about the area I live in yet, because I’ve just started settling into my new house and job. So far my best friend is a 5 year old and she doesn’t go on many adventures with me due to bed time restrictions. Although, I miss the friends and family I’ve made in San Francisco horribly, I’m looking forward to this new chapter, along with what adventures, lessons, and projects it’ll inspire.

Now that I’m all caught up, I wan’t to start focusing on new creative endeavors and silly photos from my adventures! I can’t wait to start filling up these clickable pages again

 

DIG In!

26th June 2013

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The other night some friends and I were invited to Oakland for dinner at my friend Kristies house. Kristie had been talking about her blooming eatable garden ever since the weathers been getting warm and was planning on making us meal using ingredients from it!

I didn’t bring a real camera because I wasn’t expecting anything like what was presented. I knew that Kristie was cooking alongside her friend Madeleine but I didn’t know that Madeleine was also a chef of Sons & Daughters in San Francisco, when she wasn’t helping my friend Mother Nature make meals. They were calling the dinner event DIG. (dinner in the garden!)

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It was a little cold and rainy outside, so Skinner started up a fire while we waited for dinner to be served. Then we were called back into the garden for dinner. We sat at the dinner table underneath an umbrella of grape vines. The 4 foot tall branches of kale gated off from any sort of reminder you that you’re in Oakland and not a vineyard France. And the unique flavors of food that we were served, could be compared to nothing but the feeling you get when you realize that you’re in the middle of creating new fond memories.

 Kristie and Madeleine created a perfect 5 corse meal that blended Madeleines fine dinning background and Kristies healthy vegetarian home cooking, beautifully.  The pasta was made from scratch, the ricotta cheese was made in the house, the vegetables were all plucked from where we got to sit and talk to each other for one of those rare, no-work environments that everyone practically lives in for being self employed.

I ate a meal but created a memory of a new moment in a new environment with a group of really inspiring friends.

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Its My Pho-vorite!

8th November 2011

A long time ago, during a trip to Los Angeles I stayed with an LA native who got violently ill. (I know. Its a horrible way to start out a story about food, but bear with me!)

She woke up violently ill and couldn’t eat or drink anything without wanting to bleach her guts, squish them into a wad, and throw them at the heavens!

At least thats what I thought, until around lunch time, pale in the face, she turned to me and announces “I need pho.” Starving, I didn’t question this..out loud. I said I would look up a place to go. She kind of laughed through the tinges of pain, and said that she could only eat pho from Pho Cafe. Everything else would only further her sickness.

Slightly confused, yet so fucking hungry I would have eaten that emotion if it were feasible, I said I would drive to this Pho Cafe and get us lunch. The directions led me into, what appeared to be an abandon strip mall with no signs to advertise any sort of miracle foods. But when I walked into one of these seemingly empty establishments, I found myself being greeted by a young polite server. I was in Pho Cafe.

Heres a list of the events that followed:

  • I ordered.
  • I brought the food to my ill friend.
  • We ate the “pho tai gan”
  • My life game changed
  • Her face almost instantly perked back up
  • We nearly floated and happy songs about food, sung by Stevie Wonder followed us for the rest of the day!

Heres the point of that story: Pho Cafe is more than just a Vietnamese restaurant. It changed the way I think of warm noodly soups. It cured my friends illness. PHO-R CHRIST SAKES, IT MADE STEVIE WONDER SING!

From that day forward, every time I’m in Los Angeles, I’ve made a point of having a meal there. I wish I could make you taste it, but all I can do is entice you with photos from my most recent time visiting the restaurant, with my friend Bee Jellyfish!

We started out with an order of the Goi Chon (spring rolls)

Then got the Pho Tai. It comes served with a mountain of fresh herbs, peppers, and sliced limes.

You can flavor it however you’d like.

Most people put hot peppers in their pho, but I like to douse mine with Sriracha sauce…

At the end of the meal. They give you a fortune cookie with some vague message that is supposed to be positively interpreted as compliment. I don’t even bother. I usually just smash it inside of the bag and think up my own pho-rtune.

My last one I made up was: God damn Chloe! You are a pho-bulous pho-cking pho-tographer

Send Some Salami To Your Boy In The Army

8th February 2011

New York is a bit of a city made for masochist. The best places in the city are the gritty ones with questionable food ethics and seemingly morose employees. Katz deli is one of these places. You walk into Katz and some disgruntled man slouched onto a stool hands you a ticket with a list of numbers on it and no explanation.  What they are NOT telling you when they hand you this ticket is:

  • you hand it to the person who makes your food, and they hand it back to you with the total on it.
  • if you lose this ticket, you get charged 50 bucks.
  • this “lost ticket fee” was instilled about 10 years ago.

You choose the person you want to make your sandwich, and they chop the meat in front of you, and give you a sample of the fresh meat while you wait. I always try to find the oldest guy because he’s usually the biggest asshole who makes the best sandwich.

Although the sandwiches are a bit pricey (15-17 dollars a pop) I bet you can’t get through half of one without wanting to die a little inside. As a meat eater and a lover of irrelevant history, this is one of my favorite New York establishments.

Heres a few more Katz facts:

  • Katz is where they filmed THE scene from When Harry Met Sally
  • It was established in 1888
  • During World War 2, they used the slogan “send a salami to your boy in the army” and still use it to this day
  • Each week, Katz’s serves 5,000 pounds of corned beef, 2,000 pounds of salami and 12,000 hot dogs

All photos by Chloe Rice

Glory Holes

6th May 2009

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Perhaps I’ve been spoiled by growing up around Hungarian women who make a treat called Farsangi fánk, which is what I consider to be the perfect doughnut. Sprinkled with powdered sugar, it is a thin shell of sweet bread that is warm inside and nearly melts in your mouth. Its more than just that circular shaped  sugar bread that looks 10 times better than it tastes, at Dunkin Donuts.img_3440

After having started many days with homemade Hungarian doughnuts, Daily Donuts, California Donuts, and the next level treats from Voo Doo Doughnuts, I refuse to eat anything less.

This may be why I’ve spent nearly every morning this week stopping off at The Doughnut Plant.

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The damn place is an adorably retro looking space filled mainly with racks and contraptions that i imagine could only be necessary for making doughnuts. It is in a corner of a strip of sad looking shops, and a photography shop that conveniently also repairs shoes. Its across the street from a housing project. If that scares you away from it, then good. You don’t deserve to indulge in a vanilla glazed doughnut, or a strawberry glaze made with real berries, or a square jelly doughnut dipped in a peanut butter melted sugar coating creating what is essentially a Peanut Butter & Jelly doughnut.

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  • A big bonus: their decent coffee.
  • A slight draw back:the price. I believe the treats are 2.75 a hole.

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All photos of Doughnut Plants 'nuts were taken by Chloe Rice