“new york had a way of doing that. every now and then the city shook its soul out. it assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.”
-colum mccann, let the great world spin
little nabokov and his fluttering friends. by sv
by kd
keep the advertising and clutter down here with the earthlings, please. do it for mr. sagan! by sv
an extraordinarily profound view on art brought to you by none other than calvin & hobbes, the brainchild of the understandably reclusive bill watterson. i cannot think of a cartoon that was able to transfigure such prolific ideas so seamlessly; a multifarious array of philosophical, cultural, and political commentary. by sv
theme of the day is identity through spaces; it’s always fascinating to see portraits of people and their personal environments. check out this book by james mollinson to walk through our cultural differences, explored through comparing the spaces of children around the world. more on the book here. by kl
ernest hemingway as seen by man ray. by sv
photo by mads teglers… my room was covered inch by inch with posters when i was little… seems silly but i guess we do shit like that. by xy
halloween special in black and white… no oranges for me please. by uh
i know what i’m getting for xmas. love how thoroughly she explains this. but still trying to figure out how this can work? learn more…. maybe? by cm
mr. paul auster; ankles crossed; brooklyn sweet brooklyn. by sv
…to create or not to create. in the first case everything is justified. everything, without exception. in the second case, everything is completely absurd. the only choice then to be made is of the most aesthetically satisfying form of suicide: marriage, and a forty-hour week, or a revolver.”
when i was sixteen years old, scrummaging through my high school library while i was supposed to be researching some project; i came across the journals of albert camus. i had just read the stranger, which was quite impactful on an indignantly naive teenager, so my intrigue was boundless. to this day, it is my most cherished piece of literature, one i go back to more than any other. next thursday, the seventh of november being what would have been albert’s centenary, the journal’s message and presence in my handbag is incumbent. in other news, i thought dd would appreciate the photograph, camus and his twin daughters, catherine and jean. by sv
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