April 30, 2012
I really want one of these.

I really want one of these.

December 21, 2011
I’m not all too far into this book, yet. However, so far it is pretty much a page turner for me. What I find most gripping is the honesty of his observations about how the mind works associatively and the creativity employed in describing the interplay of emotion, memory and sensory experience. He writes pretty much how I’d like to write. 

I’m not all too far into this book, yet. However, so far it is pretty much a page turner for me. What I find most gripping is the honesty of his observations about how the mind works associatively and the creativity employed in describing the interplay of emotion, memory and sensory experience. He writes pretty much how I’d like to write. 

December 8, 2011
Mmmmm hmmmm

November 6, 2011

newyorker:

Robert Rauschenberg as Photographer

“It is surprising how little attention Rauschenberg’s photographs have gotten, considering it was his primary interest,” said David White, Rauschenberg’s curator from 1980 until the artist’s death in 2008.

Just how much of an interest Rauschenberg had in photography, and its importance in his work, is made clear in a new book from D.A.P./Schirmer/Mosel and co-edited by White, “Robert Rauschenberg: Photographs 1949-1962.”

For more examples of Rauschenberg’s photography: http://nyr.kr/vljRMi


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October 28, 2011
Orson Welles

There is a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don’t reconcile the poles. You just recognize them.

October 28, 2011
Yes, please.

Yes, please.

October 13, 2011
if i ever get another dog.

if i ever get another dog.

October 13, 2011

Black Star can dress.

October 13, 2011

September 7, 2011
youmightfindyourself:

Manhattan - Chapter One. He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion - er, no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. - Yes. - To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. - Er, tsch, no, missed out something. - Chapter One. He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles. - No, no, corny, too corny for a man of my taste. Can we … can we try and make it more profound? - Chapter One. He adored New York City. To him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in … - no, that’s a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let’s face it, I want to sell some books here. - Chapter One. He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage … - Too angry. I don’t want to be angry. - Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. - I love this. - New York was his town, and it always would be …

youmightfindyourself:

Manhattan - Chapter One. He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion - er, no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. - Yes. - To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. - Er, tsch, no, missed out something. - Chapter One. He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles. - No, no, corny, too corny for a man of my taste. Can we … can we try and make it more profound? - Chapter One. He adored New York City. To him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in … - no, that’s a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let’s face it, I want to sell some books here. - Chapter One. He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage … - Too angry. I don’t want to be angry. - Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. - I love this. - New York was his town, and it always would be …

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