hit me up, would love to hear from you..hippielou..at..gmail..dot..com.

what am i doing with my life? trying to help nascent creators and weaving together worlds which are (hopefully) more hospitable to people who, above all else, want to do what they love to do and be who they are, truly.

i want to thank everyone past, present, and future who ever gave me a place to stay for the night or got me a meal or a ride somewhere or took care of me when i was sick.

you're the reason i'm able to keep doing what i love to do, and i thank you from the bottom of my heart.

peace & <3 with kind regards,

hippie lou

 

italiacaramia:

My First Italian Love…
I can still remember drinking my first real Italian cappuccino out in the Florentine square. It was perfect, beyond anything I could have dreamed up: sittng in the ancient piazza, watching the locals and tourists saunter by, while I leisurely enjoyed every sip of that creamy, volumptuous foam atop dark espresso. It was the first time I experienced the Italian essence of how to enjoy your life.
Years before venturing to Italy, I worked for Swiss-German couple Doris and Roland during my summer vacations in Kirkland, Washington, a wealthy lake-side community just east of Seattle.
The pair made their way to North America early on as a duo: Roland a chef, and Doris the perfect maître d’ compliment to his exquisit culinary skills. Doris had become like a second mother to me during my formative young adult years. Perhaps one of the most important things she taught me was how to make a cappuccino alla Italiana. As she began to foam the milk on their Illy machine, she reminisced about her own Florentine cappuccino experience, instructing me that a real cappuccino should be fluffy and over-flowing with foam, just as they were made in Florence years ago when she studied there as a student.
A few years later I found myself having the same transcendent expereince, first in my host city Arezzo, then to Florence, Sienna, Venice, Naples, and then of course, Rome. Ahh, Roma, the eternal city! Why is Roma so magical? Because it is. This is where the phrase, La Dolce Vita orginated. Whether it myth, reality, or mythical reality, Rome remains, in my heart, the essence and the way to enjoy the simplicity of life.
After my first cappuccino instruction to my first of many cappuccinos in the cities of Italy to my current life working with La Colombe Torrefaction, I’ve mastered the art of cappuccino-making. I’ve worked for nearly four years as a barista for La Colombe Torrefaction, a French-American coffee roasting company steeped in the Italian tradition of making coffee. My love for cappuccinos has only grown as I’ve learned how to pull the perfect shot, steam the perfect milk and bring those two elements together to make a little cup of heaven.
So cappuccini, this is is for you&#160;! Thank you for all of the wonderful pleasure and magical memories you’ve afforded me.
All of my love,Anna
**Credits Top clockwise: 1) Vivace Espresso, 2) Gear Patrol - photo by Eric Yang - Cappuccino made by me for La Colombe, 3) Caffe Umbria, 4) La Colombe cappuccino made by me for me, 5) Swiss Family Roland and Doris Oberholzer- also pictured me and my dear friend and former Sasi’s Cafe waitress Bethany Smith.

italiacaramia:

My First Italian Love…

I can still remember drinking my first real Italian cappuccino out in the Florentine square. It was perfect, beyond anything I could have dreamed up: sittng in the ancient piazza, watching the locals and tourists saunter by, while I leisurely enjoyed every sip of that creamy, volumptuous foam atop dark espresso. It was the first time I experienced the Italian essence of how to enjoy your life.

Years before venturing to Italy, I worked for Swiss-German couple Doris and Roland during my summer vacations in Kirkland, Washington, a wealthy lake-side community just east of Seattle.

The pair made their way to North America early on as a duo: Roland a chef, and Doris the perfect maître d’ compliment to his exquisit culinary skills. Doris had become like a second mother to me during my formative young adult years. Perhaps one of the most important things she taught me was how to make a cappuccino alla Italiana. As she began to foam the milk on their Illy machine, she reminisced about her own Florentine cappuccino experience, instructing me that a real cappuccino should be fluffy and over-flowing with foam, just as they were made in Florence years ago when she studied there as a student.

A few years later I found myself having the same transcendent expereince, first in my host city Arezzo, then to Florence, Sienna, Venice, Naples, and then of course, Rome. Ahh, Roma, the eternal city! Why is Roma so magical? Because it is. This is where the phrase, La Dolce Vita orginated. Whether it myth, reality, or mythical reality, Rome remains, in my heart, the essence and the way to enjoy the simplicity of life.

After my first cappuccino instruction to my first of many cappuccinos in the cities of Italy to my current life working with La Colombe Torrefaction, I’ve mastered the art of cappuccino-making. I’ve worked for nearly four years as a barista for La Colombe Torrefaction, a French-American coffee roasting company steeped in the Italian tradition of making coffee. My love for cappuccinos has only grown as I’ve learned how to pull the perfect shot, steam the perfect milk and bring those two elements together to make a little cup of heaven.

So cappuccini, this is is for you ! Thank you for all of the wonderful pleasure and magical memories you’ve afforded me.

All of my love,
Anna

**Credits Top clockwise: 1) Vivace Espresso, 2) Gear Patrol - photo by Eric Yang - Cappuccino made by me for La Colombe, 3) Caffe Umbria, 4) La Colombe cappuccino made by me for me, 5) Swiss Family Roland and Doris Oberholzer- also pictured me and my dear friend and former Sasi’s Cafe waitress Bethany Smith.

zancasting:

Alyssah Ali from @IMGModels being summer lovely, in what is definitely, definitively summer.

zancasting:

Alyssah Ali from @IMGModels being summer lovely, in what is definitely, definitively summer.

artbyandes:

Manic Panic, for a Hippie
Acrylic paint on gessoed found wood
July 2013, Ox-Bow, MI

artbyandes:

Manic Panic, for a Hippie

Acrylic paint on gessoed found wood

July 2013, Ox-Bow, MI