a visual collective outlet of inspiration“laughter is an affection arising from the sudden transformation of a strained expectation into nothing.”
—immanuel kant, 1790
tomorrow started
ms. 45
here’s the trailer from abel ferrara’s 1981 exploitation film about a beautiful mute girl, and the tumultuous events surrounding her over the course of a few days in the pre-Giuliani-sex-ridden new york city. starring the late zoe tamerlis-lund, she gives a hilariously awkward and sexy performance. ferrara can be a bit too gritty for me sometimes, but having the pleasure of seeing this over the weekend with great company was certainly a night of joy. by sv
six degrees of the second sex
choose your own absurdist-philosophical-romantic-nihilistic-feminist-realist adventure! by sv
“a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy…”
buster keaton as the tragic king of denmark, hamlet. photograph by clarence sinclair bull, known for his stunning black and white portraits. by sv
bang bang!
gena rowlands makes it look easy. by sv
cigarettes and cats
still from life magazine; balthus with trusted smoke and feline friend. learn more about his fascination and beautiful paintings here. by sv
let down your hair!
a checkerboard black and white by thurston hopkins. by sv
warhol polaroids
i want to print them out, cut them up, and use them as trading cards. who wants to play?
by sv
quote of the day
“i don’t know. poets are always taking the weather so personally. they’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.”
-j.d. salinger, teddy
i am the cosmos
chris bell hailed from memphis and was (mostly) the brainchild behind the amazing-yet-not-necessarily-appreciated rock group, big star. bell left the band for a number of reasons: heroin addiction, depression, and that undeniably plaguing issue of feeling overshadowed. this song, not released on an album until 1992 years after bell’s accidental death (he is in fact a member of the infamous 27 club), has been haunting me since i watched the big star documentary a few months ago. i knew the song from a cover (which it pains me to admit) by pete yorn and scarlett johansson; but hearing the words in bell’s enchanting voice, how it’s meant to be heard, is simply magical. to be honest, the documentary itself leaves something to be desired; it left me confused about the band’s stature not only as musicians but as human beings. perhaps it was the documenter’s vision to make these men seem unlikeable, although judging from the title i truthfully don’t know. with that said, chris bell was a truly extraordinary songwriter, and i will listen to this for years to come. what a mantra; to recite that you ARE indeed the COSMOS–i can’t possibly think of anything more encapsulating. by sv
good grief
no wisdom like peanuts wisdom. lucy and chuck, at it as always. by sv
quote of the day
“i used to advertise my loyalty and i don’t believe there is a single person i loved that I didn’t eventually betray.”
-albert camus, “the fall”
