Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
match
or perfect strangers
you untwisted the lock
set the door ajar
and invited ambiguity for breakfast.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
ambrose tundra
sometimes I eat the sounds of words,
roll them on my tongue like a new lover
exploring the thick Cracks
and breathing delicate whispers into the soft spaces between pause while electric pulses
refuse
to
stop
even in the night
I wake to thoughts heavy like wool blankets
those shining eyes piercing even my dreams
and helpless, I find myself wanting to tell you
of your own influence
with recycled words.
for short of a new language
haven't we made love already
isn't it old already
vintage wine already in 2002
i drink to you
kiss your being with my lips purple with lust
this moment pregnant with our silence
roll them on my tongue like a new lover
exploring the thick Cracks
and breathing delicate whispers into the soft spaces between pause while electric pulses
refuse
to
stop
even in the night
I wake to thoughts heavy like wool blankets
those shining eyes piercing even my dreams
and helpless, I find myself wanting to tell you
of your own influence
with recycled words.
for short of a new language
haven't we made love already
isn't it old already
vintage wine already in 2002
i drink to you
kiss your being with my lips purple with lust
this moment pregnant with our silence
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The Shock of the New
-Henri Matisse's "Spanish Still Life"
Nowhere in Matisse's work does one feel a trace of the alienation and conflict which modernism, the mirror of our century, has so often reflected. His paintings are the equivalent to that ideal place, scaled away from the assaults and erosions of history, that Baudelaire imagined in his poem L'Invitation al Voyage:
Furniture gleaming with the sheen of years would grace our bedroom; the rarest flowers, mingling their odours with vague whiffs of amber, the painted ceilings, the fathomless mirrors, the splendour of the East ... all of that would speak, in secret, to our souls, in its gentle language. There, everything is order and beauty, luxury, calm and pleasure.
- From "The Shock of the New," Robert Hughes
Ornamental patterns and details create a reality that more closely mirrors dreams. Escape is wrought in the existence of other-worldly creations. To don feathers as an exotic bird or adorn the self in hues reserved for the sky alone is luxury explicit.
Dries Van Noten - The use of mixed patterns in DVN's collection is fresh and invigorating. The modern approach to silhouette heightens the effect; the look is neither explicitly formal nor informal. DVN is a perennial favorite of mine. Monday, October 26, 2009
Salvaged
Beachthieves Waves policed the sand to call
me criminal. I played their game: stole
shells for my table, climbed the stones
with loot. Weed hands obliged. Salt
stung my knuckles pink with guilt
but laws like moon and slant prevailed.
One bird above me, shell in hand
One bird above me, shell in hand
(no shell I'd mount for smiles, yet,
loaded as it was with ooze and meat,
a famous jewel), circled in raid,
his wing acknowledging I'd run
from tailing tides in tribute to his greed.
These to him were crucial:
These to him were crucial:
aim and height, hard target, his corkscrew fall
to where the take lay broken for his meal.
No sound of water fought my social
No sound of water fought my social
claim: a dipping wing when he, black
felon, aimless dropped his felony on rock.
-Richard Hugo
Thursday, October 22, 2009
view through a grain of sand
Monday, September 21, 2009
Compton
William Morris (1834-1896) was a dynamic figure in the field of decorative arts in Victorian England (as well as a writer and early proponent of Socialism). He created this wallpaper design, called "Compton," named for the client's house in which it would appear.
It perfectly mirrors Morris' dictum, that "ornamental pattern work...must possess three qualities: beauty, imagination, and order." Not unlike HP's tees.
Labels:
Compton,
Hamilton Perkins Collection,
William Morris
Presence
HPC is my obsession du jour. It's an amazing thing to see a friend of yours, who once shared time with you at the end of a cafeteria table, manning the helm of fashion line. About a month ago Hamilton, his cousin Rielly Brooke and I met up at Union Square, basically to catch up. Reilly is an actress and all around fantastic girl (you may recognize her from a national JC Penny ad campaign, or in any number of upcoming feature films), and like his cousin, Hamilton is determined to make his artistic endeavor a success. Judging by the solidity of his first collection, Past Present Future, I'd say he's on his way.
While spending time with the collection, I couldn't help but draw comparisons to HP's use of color and pattern. From this point on, I'll be posting works of art that in some way remind me of Past Present Future.
Labels:
Fashion,
Hamilton Perkins Collection,
Reilly Brooke
PastPresentFuture
My good friend has launched an eponymous clothing line called Hamilton Perkins Collection. It's a simple and fresh approach to urban streetwear: the Summer 09 collection is bursting with colorful printed tees, a covetable leather duffel bag, and a handkerchief I'm dying to get a hold of.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
sonic illustration
I found this great illustration of Sonic Youth by artist Lauren Minco. Since the show at B.A.M. I've become borderline obsessed with the band.
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