Photo by Mathew Wallenstein.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
should not have
let the artichoke flower. But it's so beautiful. And SF has been so hot this summer, that our (I say our, but my beau did all the work) tomatoes are already ripe. Ripe in August? Very rare.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
the dead
"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead." From The Dead, James Joyce.
Cover image from the beautiful new series from Melville House Publishing, The Art of the Novella.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
the approach
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
bernalization
I used to think that the moment for Bernal Heights was when the Karate school became a Yoga studio, although it certainly happened before that. But last month, when Cortland Studios, the world's smallest film studio; where dozens of terrible independent films were made, and at least one good one, where aspiring grips sewed their first sandbag and carried their first c-stand, became an eco-boutique carrying bamboo lingerie, I thought—perhaps the bernalization is complete.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
lover the label
"You've got to get a cat!" Briand jokes. "You get 10, 12 years into a relationship, and you need something else to talk about." From an interview with Susien Chong and Nic Briand of Lover the Label in Nylon, August 2008.
Photo from Refinery29.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
proceed with abandon
"In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth." Patti Smith
Photo by Kevin Hagen, Oak NYC editorial
Thursday, August 14, 2008
the kick inside
I Love Cat Party found a rare book of childhood photos of Kate Bush, taken by John Carder Bush. More here.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I put this moment, over here
Nightwood, reincarnated furniture, textile and home via A Cup of Jo; Nightwood by Djuna Barnes: "When she fell in love it was with a perfect fury of accumulated dishonesty; she became instantly a dealer in second-hand and therefore incalculable emotions ... she appropriated the most passionate love that she knew, Nora's for Robin. She was a squatter by instinct." Fitting.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I put this moment here
Alexander Wang in WWD via Sleep Deprivation and Stories of my Bullshit Youth.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
oakley hall
Great reading Sunday night to memorialize Oakley Hall. The lovely Sands Hall sang St. James Infirmary Blues. Beautiful.
- I went down to the St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
- She was stretched out on a long white table, so cold, and fine, and fair.
- Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be
- She can search this world over, never find another man like me
- When I die Oh lord please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
- Put gold coins over my eyelids, so the boys will know I died standing pat
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