I fist saw his work while having a fabulous lunch at the art-filled Chambers Hotel in Minneapolis. This is Will’s site.

Photos by WILLIAMS + HIRAKAWA

I’d gone to several supermarket bakeries looking for the right pillow-like cake to sleep on. I stood and stared and got down and looked at the cakes from the side, in the case, trying to imagine how they would photograph with my head on them.

One bakery woman with bad teeth said I could sample any of them. I said no I wouldn’t be eating it. She said, “Oh, for someone else?”

I said, “No. I’m going to be sleeping on it, like a pillow.”

She said, “Why don’t you just use a pillow.”

I said, “Because a pillow is not a cake.”

When I was a child my mother’s 1970’s Wilton Cake decorating catalogs were my porn. I’ve since rebuilt my collection via ebay. The cakes were delicious, I’m sure - but the design, I could savor it for days.

More selections from Junko Terashima’s blog.

Via PingMag, I found Junko Terashima’s blog where she posts photos of the lunch boxes she creates for her kids. I’ve gone through her entire archive and pulled these collections together. There’s other great bento creations in my Crazy Happy Lunch.

From: ricocoblog.seesaa.net. Related: Crazy Happy Lunch!

Watch as my good friend Charles Phoenix shows you how to create the most wonderous of all holiday appetizer displays.

They’re $32, from Dean & Deluca

I’m way too close to the screen.
Will I ever be a real journalist and get to sit in the good seats behind me?
Marie looked at me. Awesome.
Molly Shannon?
Molly Shannon.
My mother will love this.
Is this even scripted?
I’d like some champagne and cake.
There’s going to be an upswing in sales of flowering teas.
I’d like an assortment of pastries.
How is she not getting fat?
My god her boobs are big! – oh wait – it’s just her knees pulled to her chest.
Sheep, chickens, fresh milk and eggs, a “cottage� – Martha Stewart has found her favorite part of the movie.
Are any pastry shops still open?

What I adore is Ms. Coppola’s fondness for embracing what other filmmakers would reshoot or cut. Sofia lets a hat flip off during an embrace, an elephant overzealously explore a costume, birds flap in the cloisters over a wedding ceremony. Whether intentional or not, here it says even royalty isn’t immune to forces of nature. Perhaps it’s the abundance of these awkward moments that lead a critic to describe her film as “Marie Antoinette’s home movies,� a description I can’t disagree with.

And like home movies, Marie Antoinette isn’t big on plot. Is that a bad thing? No. Not when the footage is eighteenth-century teenagers running around Versailles. It’s like Mtv’s Laguna Beach but with political significance. I actually can’t wait to see it again, although next time I’m smuggling in a tiny bottle of Sofia’s own sparkling wine and a box of airmailed macaroons from Laduree, the same patisserie that supplied them for the film.

A note on the previews:
Ignore the most recent one; it shows way too much and the tone is all wrong. The first preview, the one with the New Order music, is perfect. And no, it’s not all 80’s music. It’s like half period, half 80’s, and it totally works.

Also, the film was based on the book, Marie Antoinette: The Journey, by Antonia Fraser.

He got them for cheap in Turkey, but they’re so bland they should be called crackers.

Hello Kitty wine exists. I bought it in Japan. The white is “Bouquet d’Amour” and the red is “Mariage.” I’m guessing they’re fruity and very sweet.

At Boule the other week, I sampled their lemon-basil sorbet - a suprisingly perfect pairing of flavors. Inspired, I tried the same combo at home in lemonade - sucess! - the basil cuts the bitter and makes the drink even more refreshing than conceivibly possible.