a visual collective outlet of inspiration
when paulina was still on top and hot pink backgrounds were a plenty, therein existed portfolio. take a look for yourself at the kitschy cluster of a film. by sv
Warped
warp records celebrate 20 years with this set by yes. looks cool, but is it just me or is this large scale 3d möbius strip a little literal? does it matter? by kl
red shoes
elvis says that the angels wanna wear them, and bowie says to put them on and dance the blues. either way, this little one seems to be having a time. by sv
much too young: terry hall
circa 79/80. a little specials on a sunday night. by jr
Pictures of the American Southwest: by Dan Martensen
the recent launch of dan martensen‘s monograph, pictures of the american southwest at milk gallery, which is available online here, was the perfect reminder to all of us real or assimilating new yorkers the importance to take a deep breath and appreciate some expansive silence. there is beauty in the dilemma of an undefinable space enabling a quarantine of inspiration, and sun-washed fleuro future memories to boot. life. real life. it doesn’t have to try to be beautiful, you simply have to see it. by kl
quote of the day
“the world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”
– albert einstein
tea time: Jugetsudo on 95 Rue de Seine
jugetsudo on the rue de seine in saint germain, is a great quiet getaway for a lovely and authentic cup of japanese tea. the tea is presented beautifully on the milk stained japanese cedar wood counter, which they clean every night with milk. small matcha, green tea and sesame cookies accompany your choice of toasted rice or smokey tea or any of the assorted japanese teas. by xy
photographer / furniture designer willy rizzo: everything AND the girl
the willy rizzo gallery on rue de la verneuil
girl by rizzo, not included
*well this one slides open doesn’t it mrs. rizzo? approximately 10,000 euros in white
my parents had a silver and black circular bar when i was a little boy that swung open* to reveal a mirrored-interior filled with crystal glasses and decanters. very shag i must say…. i saw this piece by italian photographer and artist, willy rizzo in paris and got all excited but rizzo’s wife kindly extinguished my flame by telling me that ours was “probably a knock off” as rizzo’s originals did not open… oh well i had no idea who willy rizzo was til yesterday, but i must say i find him fascinating and will surely look into his work in the next decade of my life… that is if i make it out of paris alive. by xy
plus sexy but not so reliable
i finally got my jean louis trintignant “assassin gloves” at maison fabre in paris thanks to pp’s instructions. however, nothing in france is made like it was used to, the films nor the gloves. the films suck, and the gloves fell apart a day after i bought them… oh well, romantic nonetheless. by xy
Serge Gainsbourg’s house on La rue de Verneuil
go away from my window…
i placed a flower for serge from everyone at ts, but he poked his head out of his grave and said “fuck off you little shit!” …i did. by xy
guns. no bitches no bling
established in 1526, beretta is an italian family-owned store in the upper east side. providing a great selection of rifles, shotguns, knives and hunting attire in a three-story townhouse, dangerous things are being sold there with elegance and genuine interest. by ak
make art. make love. make tea.
what else is there really? by cm
