“When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.”
—Fernando Pessoa (via gensdumonde)
June 2011
The Cutting Class: Tulle Topiary and Geometric Panels at Walter Van Beirendonck →
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Walter Van Beirendonck, SS12.
Walter Van Beirendonck must be one of the most consistently fun menswear designers. His collections are always filled with eccentric shapes and he has a way with oversized, eye-catching show pieces. But don’t be distracted by the novelty factor,…
“No, my dislike of the list is directed entirely at the thing itself. I think it’s bad for readers, bad for publishing, and bad for culture. Above all, despite appearances, the best-seller list isn’t populist; it’s elitist. If there are a dozen slots, six are filled by the same old establishment names. For every James Patterson novel on the list, that’s one fewer novel by someone else. This is a tight little clubby world.”
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Michael Dirda
(via justdonttellthesquirrels)
“… how the songbirds’ proofs
fill the silence and fall out of it.
You swing in a sweet wind,
semblance of our bodies,
bright squares sun dried.
In our absence, you try on
the days we have left.” —Russ Kesler, from “Letter to Laundry on the Line” (via proustitute)
fill the silence and fall out of it.
You swing in a sweet wind,
semblance of our bodies,
bright squares sun dried.
In our absence, you try on
the days we have left.” —Russ Kesler, from “Letter to Laundry on the Line” (via proustitute)
“Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.”
—Anna Kamienska
Excerpts from “In That Great River: A Notebook”
(FULL PIECE SOURCE)
Excerpts from “In That Great River: A Notebook”
(FULL PIECE SOURCE)
