this isn’t really a book to read or even take in with a page-by-page manner, but i suddenly thought of it this morning, thinking about searching for a certain kind of striped shirt. it reminded me of a little part in here where there is a search for a blue-striped search. it’s diﬃcult to describe this, but the title explains a little: it’s a journal of a year spent in the south of france, all told through drawings and watercolors and lists and menus.
watercolor can be a disparaged medium, but i really love how sara midda uses it in this book. her detail is pretty amazing and the colors are just fabulous. one of my favorite things in this book is this little hours-of-the-day colorwheel: