April 2009
57 posts
“matthew is like taking a deep, warm bath with a glass of wine balanced on the soap dish.”  rebecca mead, couplet: a tale of twin poets. new yorker
Apr 1st
March 2009
40 posts
Mar 31st
Mar 31st
1 note
Mar 29th
1 note
Mar 28th
1 note
Mar 28th
Mar 28th
Mar 28th
Mar 27th
Mar 27th
1 note
A = a herbert bayer 1938
Mar 27th
Mar 22nd
Mar 22nd
Mar 22nd
Mar 18th
Mar 17th
Mar 16th
Mar 16th
1 note
Mar 16th
Mar 16th
Mar 16th
Mar 15th
Mar 15th
Mar 13th
“you’ll produce an opening, you’ll stumble through your senses upon a photograph that’s instructive - a doorway - something more than just beautiful, or well made, or a combination of these elements that are photographically interesting - something you can’t quite handle that possesses you, something simple and visible but filled with mystery and promise.” joel...
Mar 13th
Mar 13th
Mar 11th
“should we be good today or bad? maybe we start good and get bad later.”  alber elbaz 
Mar 10th
“”when i fall out of bed in the morning, i can come over here and get up my adrenaline,” cunningham said, blowing his nose into a deli napkin that he produced from a pocket of the blue workman’s smock that he customarily wears, as if to say, in solidarity with the hot-dog venders and delivery boys amid whom he spends his days, that his office is the street.” man on...
Mar 10th
Mar 10th
Mar 9th
Mar 8th
Mar 5th
Mar 5th
in italy cappuccino has not taken on the overblown dimensions it has acquired in america, and remains a spare and seemly breakfast drink. wether it is good, really good, depends not just on the lightness of foam, the perfection of its mixture of strong coffee and bland milk, the correctness of its temperature. to my mind, it has to incorporate a slight taste of misery as well, a tinge of...
Mar 3rd
Mar 2nd
Mar 2nd
Mar 2nd
Mar 2nd
Mar 1st