I LOVE Stripes.  How can one not be delighted by such beauty and simplicity.  But apparently stripes have a history more devil than angel...

To stripe a surface serves to distinguish it, to point it out.

Through history the stripe has always made a bold statement. From prisoners' uniforms to tailored suits, to street signs.   During the Middle Ages stripes were associated with the devil.  Than they became symbols of freedom and unity during the American and French revolutions?  "In the stripe," writes author Michel Pastoureau, "there is something that resists enclosure within systems."   That no doubt is why I love them.

Prada Ad Campaign for Spring/Summer....

Californians love their cars.  Cars designate style, social class, how big or small one's pocketbook is.  Me I'm a New Yorker, cars have never really rocked my world.  In Manhattan the accessories one wear's designates ones style.  BUT I stopped dead in my tracks when I came across this beauty in St. Helena, CA. 

I was overcome by the beauty of the design....in a second I forgot about the tomatoes and all the other things on my shopping list.  So blown away by the simple, elegance of this car.  And the name NEW YORKER.  A beauty of a car that even this New Yorker could love.

Every detail was perfection.  Chrome ashtrays beautifully placed on the back of the metallic leather seats.  A design treasure from 1964 sitting in a 2011 parking lot.

Completely by surprise I fell madly, deeply in car love.....

Check out these headlights....have you ever seen a such a pair!!