peter lorre and vincent price, being peter lorre and vincent price. by sv
tomorrow started
quote of the day
“he doesn’t know whether the world is becoming a dream, or the dream, a world.”
-jean luc godard
puff puff puff
bowie, hirst, schnabel. this is not helping my current situation but i appreciate their intensity just the same. by sv
henry miller
the brilliant author and painter and one of the greatest minds of the twentieth century, mr. henry miller explores the paradigms of earth, life, death and the thwarting troubles in between. here is a bit of a summary from the man himself:
“no matter what you touch and you wish to know about, you end up in a sea of mystery. you see there’s no beginning or end, you can go back as far as you want, forward as far as you want, but you never got to it, it’s like the essence, it’s that right, it remains. this is the greatest damn thing about the universe. that we can know so much, recognize so much, dissect, do everything, and we can’t grasp it. and it’s meant to be that way, do y’know. and there’s where our reverence should come in. Before everything, the littlest thing as well as the greatest. the tiniest, the horseshit, as well as the angels, do y’know what I mean. tt’s all mystery. all impenetrable, as it were, right?” by sv
take a look around
by ak
ode to a flower in casarsa
Desert flower, flowers from the garland of our houses where families bicker in the open air, you browse on the stones of the day, simple, while field and sky like sky and sea appear all around. Rustic desert flower, no evening streaming with lights. No shepherds drenched by dew, slender fire of the hedges. No marsh-marigold, bilberry, swamp-violet or Florentine iris, or gentian, no angelica, no Parnassian grass or marsh-myrtle. You’re Pieruti, Zuan and tall Bepi with his walking-sticks of bone, slim at the helm of his wagon, pasture flower. You become hay. Burn, burn, sun of my town, little desert flower. The years pass over you, and so do I, with the shadow of the acacia tree, with the sunflower, on this quiet day.
a visionary on many fronts, the stunning words of mr. pier paolo pasolini. by sv
quote of the day
“i’m losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.”
-fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet
hiroshi sugimoto: Light is my medium
hiroshi sugimoto lake superior cascade 1995
hiroshi sugimoto seascape ligurian sea saviore 1993
will today’s conceptual art survive another eight hundred years? this was asked of hiroshi sugimoto, and his response was blank: “it is very optimistic to think that 2800 will be witnessed by man”. regarding the seascapes above he said: “it is very important to know the name of the sea and location where my seascapes are taken. i want the viewer to imagine the sea before it was named: what would you call it if you were the first to lay eyes on it?” sea of light… by uh
KNOW YOUR VEGETABLES
on average, 9 kg (20 lbs) of eggplant contains about the same amount of nicotine as a cigarette. so if you’re trying to quit smoking, binge on eggplants my friends. by ak
all we’re longing for
by cp
René Habermacher
the paris based fashion photographer rene habermacher, who started out as an illustrator before turning to fashion photography has as extremely strong portfolio, worth checking out more of his work… by cp
daily lessons… if you know what i mean…
from cp to uh. by cp