comme des garçons s/s & f/w 1998
we play by ear but learn the words by heart
(visions we have by head); yet even when
the sight of the remembered page has dimmed
the jingles that we gleaned from it remain
lodged with us, useful, sometimes, for the work
of getting a grip on certain fragile things.
missoni spring/summer 2010 resort collection
thank you so much for all the sweet birthday greetings, and i hope the week is treating you well! if not, then i hope at least the new edition of ten minutes can be of good help :)
a fantasy anthropological study of african skinhead fashion from the early seventies, as photographer clayton cubitt calls it. a stunning set of photographs, don’t you think? be sure to see the rest of the series on his website.
it’s april, the rain is washing clean the sidewalks, and i’m tired. the kind of tire that nullifies time and the responsibilities that it brings, if only in my mind. this tiredness seems to me a rewarding feeling though. it slows me down, and it makes me take in the chaos that exists in the present moment, even in the simplest of things, like the rain outside. within an instant, puddles emerged out of the pavement. it could’ve taken a minute or thirty but i didn’t keep count. i just listened to them grow. sensational splashes against the hum of city noises.
all the tire will be out by tomorrow night though cause andrew bird‘s coming to town. i am considering bringing my cello along as an excuse to join him on stage. pizzicato party!
