9.13.2012

things I like this week (month), vol. 35, pt. 1


I'm not normally a fan of this woman's work, but something about this keeps drawing me back in. Perhaps I'm just in a water color mood.


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Slim Paley did an entire post on watercolor, but these wallpapers were my favorite.


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Zombie nouns. Ew. 


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An essay about death and my lovely city (how strange to hear about it from an outsider's perspective):
After a few days of searching, I found an explanation in the words of an articulate Mexican woman when I asked her what was with all the comical skeleton drawings. “We do that on purpose,” she said, “dress them up like the rich. Look at you now. Who cares about your clothes? You’re still dead, aren’t you?”


Appropriate, considering that the Day of the Dead parade is just around the corner. I can't wait.


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This guy did 30 portraits of himself on 30 different days doing 30 different drugs (or combos). The results are fascinating.


This is absinthe, and the one below is crystal meth.





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An essay about the idiocy of the locks symbolizing love on Paris' bridges:

“The fools! They haven’t understood a thing about love, have they?” was the conclusion recently of a 23-year-old waiter at Panis, a cafe on the Left Bank with a view over Notre-Dame. At the heart of love à la française lies the idea of freedom. To love truly is to want the other free, and this includes the freedom to walk away. Love is not about possession or property. Love is no prison where two people are each other’s slaves. Love is not a commodity, either. Love is not capitalist, it is revolutionary. If anything, true love shows you the way to selflessness. 

To understand love in the French style, you need to go back to the 16th century and the emergence of the libertines. If today the word means “dissolute person,” in France it has also retained its 16th-century flavor, carrying with it an air of much-envied audacity and liberty. Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir famously never married and never lived together and, although a couple in the absolute sense of the term, they had lasting and meaningful relationships with strings of brilliant minds and pretty faces. They deemed jealousy bourgeois and banal. 

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Neil Gaiman, as a child, climbing a drainpipe. From his facebook.

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Here, here, and here.


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11 songs inspired by literature.

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Real working tents (so the site boasts [I know nothing about tents]), but in awesome designs. This one is the best. I want it desperately.

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Maynard, in a Playboy interview, about Arizona wine being awesome:
I have a blend that’s basically a Cab/Syrah/Petite Syrah blend with a dash of Mavasia in it — Anubis — that’s pretty solid; it just won a silver medal in the San Francisco International Wine Competition. This is the first year that an Arizona wine won not only a gold medal but a double gold medal. Three different A.Z. winemakers got medals this year: I got two medals, Tim White from Arizona Stronghold won a double gold for their Cabernet, and Page Springs Cellars got two silvers and a bronze. In a situation like that when you have three completely separate winemakers from different places in Arizona, for them to medal at all in a blind competition certainly speaks volumes.
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(more to come)

2 comments:

  1. Those paintings are awesomeness incarnate.

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  2. Sooooooooooo many inspiring things from that Slim Paley post. I pinned at least three of them and will probably have to pop by Fishs Eddy after work today to buy up every palette-themed piece they have.

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