The Emporiyum is a food-extravaganza and this past summer, it was in Baltimore and much to my sadness, I didn’t make it (mind you cider was had and dinner at Woodberry Kitchen so it wasn’t really a loss). But, when it was announced that Emporiyum was coming to D.C. I was in! So with my V.I.P. ticket in hand, and a partner in crime to explore I ventured off to Union Market and ate and drank and was joyful.
The vendor line up includes tons of great D.C. foodies that I love: Toki Underground, Neopol Smokery, and Astro Doughnuts. But I really was excited by the out-of-towners and there were a lot of them. Charleston, S.C. natives Bittermilk and Jack Rudy Cocktail Co. showed what small-batch mixers can do for a cocktail. Between Bittermilk’s Smoked Honey Whiskey Sour mixer and Jack Rudy’s Small Batch Tonic, I knew my bag was about to get a bit heavier and my wallet a little lighter.
Woodberry Kitchen came down from Baltimore with lechon tacos in tow and this gluten-free girl did a little dance of joy (well, as much of a dance as is possible with a lot of people around). That dance of joy continued all the way to Brooklyn Slate. Funny story there, I love me some Brooklyn Slate, not shocking based on my love of cheese boards. Once upon a time on a trip to NYC, I acquired a couple as Christmas gifts on a trip to Brooklyn Flea. Nothing sounds bad about that, right? Wrong. It was at the start of the day and apparently I was going to schlep those slate boards (and a cake stand) all over the city for the rest of the day, which included shoving them into a locker to not have to balance them on my back while ice skating. It was really nice to be able to make a purchase and then put it straight into my car. It’s the little victories.
Of course, I had to end with my favorites, D.C.’s own Typecase Industries. If you are looking for fun letterpress cards, prints, and coaster…Emily, Alessandra and Stephanie are your girls. They regularly take all my money with their amazingly hysterical cards and their D.C. centric prints and coasters. Also, if you need a koozie reminding you that you’re a “Grown Ass Woman”…they can help you out. They’re good like that.
Just because, why not end the day with Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream.
Every time I try and get into a regular rhythm of blogging, my life goes crazy. So here it is, I’m going to try harder, I will fail less, and I still won’t have a regular posting schedule. So there’s that. And without further ado…shopping.
Of a Kind, it is pretty safe to say that I’m obsessed. If you have no idea of what I refer to, here is a bit about them per their website:
“We select designers whose work we love and feature them on the site, one at a time. We share a series of stories about each designer—inspirations, personal life, taste, training, you name it—along with a limited-edition piece designed exclusively for Of a Kind.”
I love the products, I love the designers I find through them, and I love the weekly emails from the founders Claire and Erica (I’ve been known to forward them to many people and use them, in meetings with my boss, as examples about the proper use of email newsletters). I also really love that right now everything is on sale and with that, I’m sharing my current “I Want” list with the world.
**If you were not recently reminded by your mother that you are on a budget, you can take 35% off everything with code UPINYOURGRILL through 07/08/2014 (so exciting!)
I think it is fairly safe to say that I love the Son family. I have been friends with Daniel and Kate for quite some time, like pre-babies/marriage/dating quite some time and it has been so fun to watch their lives grow and develop over the years. It has been even more fun to be one of their family photographers! I had the great joy of photographing their first-born Gigi’s newborn and six-month photos and was so pleased to be able to be able to photograph their family before they leave D.C. for the wilds of Buffalo, NY. I’m going to miss you all!
It was a week full of craziness. Unplanned building maintenance forced me from my office for the week and I learned something, this former homeschooler can’t focus on work for an entire week at home. #shamefaced. So I found places to go to shake things up. From my ever-beloved Union Market, to a lunch date with happy Henry and Liz, to the home of the best baked goods in D.C. (outside of my kitchen) Baked and Wired. It was pretty phenomenal.
And it ended on the high note of Opening Day baseball at Nats Park! Because what is better than leaving work early, eating limited amounts of ballpark food (being gluten-free is a bit rough there but it’s getting better) and hanging out with awesome people.
To the weekend we go!
In October of last year (2013), a small six person horde ventured to New Orleans to celebrate the 30th year of Ann Frances Entwistle. It was a time of crazy craziness, I mean we’re taking bike rides and long walks and trips to Whole Foods and lots and lot of champagne. Doesn’t it sound wild? It was super great times. That, however, is not the point of this point. The point is to show, that I, Whitney Porter, met and snuggled a penguin. Pretty much, I can die happy.
It is so wonderful to have friends that run with your whims. Especially whims that involve days when it is colder then ever and snow is covering the ground. Luckily, I have Marie for that. And tromping in the snow we went. Fifteen minutes later I had zero feeling in my hand, so I was doubting it was worth it. I’ve since changed my mind. Thanks to Marie for being the best partner in crime ever.
I can’t really say how old I was when I started down the road of ballet, what I can remember was the black leotard, the pink tights and the leather full-soled pink ballet shoes. I had an adorable dance bag that was everything that a seven/eight year old very klutzy, girly girl could want and it was wonderful.
Fast forward a few years, high school Whitney spent a lot of time in a dance studio and she loved it. I wasn’t the best but I managed pointe work, triple pirouettes, big jumps, petite jumps, and the Nutcracker…year in and year out. There were children’s shows, more rehearsals then I can ever recall, countless laughs, lots of stretches, and even more legwarmers. So many legwarmers.
I left for college and I left dance behind. I was supposed to be intellectual, I was going to change the world, and ballet wasn’t part of that plan. Every now and then I would moonlight in a random ballet class here and there. I channeled the need for creativity into photography, taking much of my inspiration from the portfolio of the amazing Rosalie O’Connor (former dancer with the American Ballet Theatre). Then a couple of years ago something changed and I went back to the world that I had assumed was done when I became an adult (a term I use loosely). Though not into the ballet world, but into the world of contemporary jazz through Joy of Motion (a group of studios in D.C.). Slowly but surely I ended up in small performances and let me tell you, 28 year-old me doesn’t hold up as well as 16 year-old me. I’ve never bruised so easily in my life.
Let’s fast forward to a couple of weeks ago (we’re doing a lot of fast-forwarding in this post). I contemplated hanging up my camera strap, the way I hung up the pointe shoes all those years ago. Instead I did something different. For three weeks I hauled my camera to rehearsal with me. I recorded the moments, the image of someone stretching. I used sections where I wasn’t dancing to capture movement and emotion. And when there was a part when all I could think was, “I need this on film” I stopped mid-movement and picked up the camera. Clearly, I’m the dream dancer for a choreographer. But, maybe just maybe it’s also time to pick up the pointe shoes again.
It is no surprise to anyone that I love to throw a party. Like a lot. And let’s be totally honest it’s pretty much so that I can spend 2 weeks crafting and decorating and dreaming up overly complicated thing, which thanks to Pinterest I can keep my crazy organized. I acknowledge that it’s a bit ridiculous*.
With the party closing in (Saturday night!!), I figured I would share some of the amazing images that inspired me this time around.
** (Ann, I’m not renting a snow machine…no matter how much you think I’m crazy enough to do that).
** all image sources can be found here.
Okay everyone, I don’t think I can totally express how I feel about our fall mini sessions. Sometimes, when my 9-5 job is insane I think, what in heavens name was I thinking…I just want to sleep in. Other moments I go with, I could be sleeping in on the weekend but instead I’m [fill-in-the-blank]. (Are we seeing a theme?)
But then I get out there and I start shooting, and I get home and I protest editing, but once it’s done I am just tickled pink by what has appeared. And this, is what appeared.
Two weeks ago, Marie and I channeled our inner hipster. For us that means going to see a band, that most people haven’t heard of, that sings lyrics that could be deemed a bit depressing, with a bunch of intoxicated twenty-somethings and girls that use lines like, remember ten years ago when we were 9? Shudder.
A trio out of the U.K., Daughter is amazing and adorable and great and so British. The music is just wonderful, and when an electric guitar was being played with a cello bow, I decided that this was just another sign of their greatness. And with that, a little glimpse unto our evening.