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.

rosa mosa

Via Water and Wool.

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 kiss

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing." Sylvia Plath

Photo from The Selby.


Photo by Erik Jacobs for NYT via Jonathan Bliss' beautiful Rooms.

the approach

ReadyMade: How do you approach your subjects?
Scott Schuman: Well, I usually shoot them with some kind of sedative from across the street and they fall asleep. Then I prop them up and make their eyes open. It's like they're awake.

From August/Sept 2008 ReadyMade. Photo: The Sartorialist.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

my perfect day

Looks a little like this. "Oranien Sunday" from Berlin guide.


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.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

the knitting factory


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

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.

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