#howtostaysaneinacrazyworld is learning to speak french with heather in arles!

oh, darlings

dearest Heather all the way over there in FRANCE popped on the percolator to make a small cafe au lait and then, with the glorious goldens weaving in and around her legs, she sat down at her beautiful desk in the glorious Provencal countryside and took a lot of time to pen the Most beautiful article about the book.


we are so Very VERY grateful.


especially for this……..you never know how our Paths cross and why and when people will be there in another time zone all together when you can’t calm down in the one you’re in and they Know and they respond and, in time, everything becomes clearer and richer and infinitely different in a truly miraculous way.

I found teamgloria right after Hurricane Sandy hit in 2012, having been moved by a comment at Daily Plate of Crazy and I was instantly hooked. I too was drawn to Gloria’s vision of the world as a calming counter-balance to our chaotic society. So it was with great excitement that I read the news that Sophia was planning a book, the very one that she wished that she had by her side during her recovery. And now that I have it, I can say that it is absolutely beautiful.

and then she gave us an extra gift.


(if you can’t see this transmission in your territory, ask mr. google to bring you the file folder that contains this: “Mad World – Gary Jules” – you’re most welcome)

now there’s no way that Heather could know that when who-we-are-in-RL was fourteen, she managed to sneak into a Gig where Tears for Fears were playing (at The Dome, Brighton, 17th Dec 1983 to date us all but why the hell not, love) the Original version of Mad World.

and who-we-are-in-RL was Transfixed – by the words, the music, being fourteen, surrounded by (slightly) older people (and thus feeling very glamorous and naughty and Out Late) and then she listened to the message in the song and the B-side later (Ideas as Opiates)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
‘Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad world

and right at that Moment – in the Dome, Brighton, being all fourteen and awkward and scared about the present but excited by the Future – it all came together – it was a Mad World – but people wrote about it and other people listened and somehow that made it less Mad and more Magical.

so Mad World was one of our original inspirations for what became “How To Stay Sane In A Crazy World” and all those *gulps* years later – Heather in Arles took the time to order the book and wait patiently for her French postal carrier to come through the Provencal wooden gate and up the winding path and hand her the book and upon reading it, sipping a little from the cafe au lait from time to time, enjoying the sound of dogs pattering around the parquet flooring and looking hopefully out of the window for their morning walk, she thought about Mad World and wrote the loveliest, kindest, most generous book review – and somehow the circle closes (before it opens again, because it always does, in the nicest possible way as we all grow and change and move on and flourish).

n’est-ce pas délicieux?

mais, oui!

your review was a beautiful thing to write – and written so beautifully – merci, Heather.

music from behind locked doors.


we’re off to the photography studio where we consult and assist on a thursday so cereal must be eaten and coffee needs to be imbibed to wake us up and then we d r i v e.

but first.



over at a very glam office building complex we suddenly saw this reflection on the shiny wall and it looked like a portal into Another World.

to us.

we think like that a lot.


always good to stop for a snowy cafe au lait (or two). edfa22acf93811e2b8f522000a1fbce9_7

we do so much d r i v i n g in los angeles that a constant supply of music is required (the radio is splendid – but sometimes the commercials, well, grate) – and we found these mix tapes-on-compact-disc that we made back in 2005 (when we lived here before) at a place called Here Music (such a clear explanation of what lies therein, non?)

now Here Music has closed – but nothing dies on the interweb so you can read more about them here. f2c08bb0f93711e2948222000a1f9307_7and sometimes we like to dial into the digital device and find music from our Teen Years.

like this:

do you remember this?

yazooinyourroom2008fronqr8 36864it’s funny when we look at these again because this was the moment that imprinted the words New York and Loft and Strange and (some semblance of) Adult Life into our psyche.

and so it came to pass *coughs*

as did meeting Alison Moyet actually.

it wasn’t one of our best pieces and we appear to Not have a scanned copy but it is always Something Else meeting one’s heroes.

even if we did compare her voice to a Cadbury’s Caramel.

not sure she Loved that.

but we did.

who would You like to meet from your Teen soundtrack of rebellion/behind-locked-doors (hopefully in your house, not an institution against your will) Years?

do. tell.

links please. you know we love to seek out other Places on the interweb……especially when you lead us There.