a modern take on curvature, these stunning designs by korean artist bae se hwa use the medium of bent walnut in order to convey harmony between nature and the house of art nouveau. they are sensual yet rustic; see more now at the edward tyler nahem gallery in nyc. by sv
nick cave smokes, avoids being tape-recorded, tries not to be so nonchalantly alluring. by sv
by kl
just a couple of crazy kids with some luminous ideas. by sv
julie delpy and ethan hawke in richard linklater’s 1995 before sunrise. the first film in what is now probably my favorite trilogy. consider them, to say the least. by sv
Dearest Angel Girl:
…I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, but we must fall tremendously in love to find it out. The cure is the discovery of our need for company — I mean company in the very special sense we’ve come to understand since we happened to each other — you and I. The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without that companionship — now that I’ve known it; without it joy is just an unendurable as sorrow. You are my life — my very life. Never imagine your hope approximates what you are to me. Beautiful, precious little baby — hurry up the sun! — make the days shorter till we meet. I love you, that’s all there is to it.
Your boy,
Orson
happy sunday morning by sv
the facial expressions speak volumes. by sv
dennis hopper, john huston, sean connery and bette davis, that’s who! by sv
how do you hold yours? once upon a time, i was a mix of a c and an e, with a bit more of a dainty finish. by sv
the shortest story ever told? maybe the most meaningful? i’ve read some discrepancies about hemingway’s origination of the quote, but no matter who wrote it, this is some consummate flash fiction. by sv
1] Take another woman’s man. Not intentionally, that is. Even though all’s fair in love and war and it ain’t no sin.
2] Try to be anything but myself at all times, publicly and privately, except on the stage or screen, for that’s where acting belongs.
3] Cook, bake, sew, wash dishes, peel potatoes, eat onions, or bite my nails.
4] Wear white cotton stockings or join a nudist colony.
5] Like opera, number thirteen, yodelling, cold spaghetti, rats, snails, men who shave their necks, or over-ripe bananas.
6] Care for people who whistle in dressing rooms or checks that bounce as high as the stratosphere.
7] Play mother parts, sad parts, dumb parts, or a virtuous wife, betrayed or otherwise. I pity weak women, good or bad, but I can’t like them. A woman should be strong either in her goodness or badness.
8] Go nuts about classical music, sandwiches, cigar smoke, places that smell like hospitals, and black nail polish.
9] Get excited over night clubs, contract bridge, fan dancing, bobby sox, the stock market, badminton, or bust developers.
10] Be thrilled to death by orchids, anonymous love letters, souvenir postcard folders, earthquakes, slave bracelets, or beds with hard mattresses.
11] Be bothered by Scotch money-lenders or boys who lisp.
12] Believe the worst about anybody without complete proof nor will I believe that it’s useless to struggle against so-called Fate – the phony!
13] Walk when I can sit, or sit when I can recline. I believe in saving my energy – for important things.
14] Write a story that is unsophisticated, because I believe that innocence is as innocent doesn’t.
15] Marry a man who is too handsome, a man who drinks to excess or doesn’t carry his liquor like a gentleman, a man who is easy to get, easily led into temptation – unless I do the leading.
wise words from the blonde goddess of doing wrong but making it feel oh-so-right. such the temptress! by sv
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws one voice out of two seperate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
some beautiful words from rainer maria rilke on this friday; to lighten and enlighten. by sv
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