September 1, 2012 at 9:23pm
“september is a month like any other and unlike any other. it seems in september everything awaited will arrive: in the calm air, in a particular scent, in the stillness of the quay. when september comes, i know i’m going to lose myself.”
~Reina María Rodríguez, from
memory of water
On The Edge, Andrew Wyeth
Jill Scott | “Lovely Day” (Bill Withers Cover) on Hidden Beach Records. As heard on
Gilles Peterson’s last show on Radio 1 BBC last night. Thanks for all the great music over the years, Gilles.
crashinglybeautiful, via jbe200)
February 12, 2012 at 2:18am
Fleet Foxes cover I Wanna Dance with Somebody.
She was my first tape,
my third grade self switching the heads on my sister’s Barbies
and making them perform Whitney and Madonna.
This version…le sigh, le swoon.
February 10, 2012 at 6:48pm
Been walking around with this monologue in my mind for a week, over and over, trying to figure what film it calls home. I’ve found it, and have listened to it four times again so far. Anyhow, 6:48pm on a Friday night, and I’m in a cafe, writing. It seems I am re-becoming myself.
this makes me feel things.
September 8, 2011 at 1:08pm
Robert Longo’s Perfect Gods.
hyperrealism at it’s best.
how much do we love robert longo?
zorak, king of the bamboo plant
Dedicated keepers at the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust’s Nairobi Elephant Nursery in Kenya protect baby Shukuru from the cold and rain, and the risk of pneumonia, with a custom-made raincoat.
foto: Michael Nichols
o, and ps,
this is my arm.
(made so by the lovely badassery of one mister
I’m not telling you to make the world better,
because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package.
I’m just telling you to live in it.
Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it,
but to live in it. To look at it.
To try to get the picture.
To live recklessly.
To take chances.
To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment.
And if you ask me why you should bother to do that,
I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place,
but none I think do there embrace.
Nor do they sing there,
or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon,
or touch their children.
And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.
— Some days…
all i want is some Feist & The Constantines and Joan Didion.
(o, hai, my house.)
by the lovely
kayheight, 059 on Flickr.
How beautiful is this video by director
NABIL for Bon Iver’s Holocene?
…and at once i knew i was not magnificent. high above the highway aisle (jagged vacance, thick with ice) and i could see for miles, miles, miles…
(so, so beautiful. that’s how.)
August 17, 2011 at 3:43pm
I work well toward personal goals.