Sunday, May 30, 2010

Jack "hotter than you" Johnson

I was just rolling round on the floor in front of the box practicing my tricks (better way to kick-off a Sunday, anyone?), and discovered a number of things in quick succession:
A) Mr. Jack Johnson has a new single out.
D) The aforementioned Mr Johnson appears to have released his inner lumberjack in a visual celebration of all we, the writing team at this blog, hold dear: ripped bod, hairy chest, scraggly beard and general aura of 'mighty-fineness'.
The man can sing and surf!! He also looks like he could knock-up a shack, catch fish, wrestle tigers, command lightning etc etc.
The Last Doll Standing: recruiting the world's most gifted men to the cause of the Lumberjack - one bedraggled surfer/musician/rugby player at a time. Don't call us, we'll call you.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Dress of the Day 28.05.2010

I'm in the library eating a mandarin, drying my toenails, posting this and researching Glamour Theory. I've found a great essay on "Hollywood Glamour and Mass Consumption in Postwar Italy" in the Journal of Cold War Studies.... cause I always knew I'd end up right there in the thick of the flipping Cold War!
With assorted nail polishes, mandarins, phone and charger and internet access I honestly don't know why I've failed to pack a sleeping bag and just move in. Would save me a lot of hassle really.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Dress of the Day 26.05.2010


You know that saying about "all that glitters be not gold"? That's a total lie.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Diane Arbus.

I've been writing all day. This thesis just grows and gains; it feels like I've planted some extreme herb in a neat, little flower bed, and it's bolted for the borders of Tijuana or something.
I've been clawing and grasping for ages now; trying to put my finger on the place where imagination and the fanciful meet reality, to better discuss the un-discussable (technical term) elements of my thesis... and whilst pondering, I've been directed to Diane Arbus' photography.
Diane Arbus and this artist are my very most beloved photographers.
I cant get past either of them, and, on very close inspection and with much pondering, I can see a link between the two of them.
There is a gentleness and a kindness in Arbus' work, that is utterly her own, and so gracious, that the images have a longevity that I doubt she could have forseen.

So, without further ado, let me share some of her photographs - the images I've been studying, and some beautiful quotes from the book Diane Arbus: Revelations, which my beloved Dad bought for me a number of years ago. It was Christmas time, and I had just recently committed to completing my art history degree, and he asked me if I would like any particular art books from 'Santa'. I asked for a book on Vogue and anything about Diane Arbus. He got me both... and the love that he gave me then, continues to burst my heart open now. So this post is for him. And the personal growth - well, that's for me.

"She was entranced by differences, the minutest variations. That from the beginning nothing, no two rooms, no two beds, no two bodies or any parts of them were ever the same. Finding those differences thrilled her, from the most glaring ones like a giant to the smallest ones that just barely make someone unique"
- Marvin Israel, on his friend, Diane Arbus.

"...nothing is ever alike. The best thing is the difference. I get to keep what nobody needs." -  Diane Arbus.

"A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know..." - Diane Arbus.

"The process itself has a kind of exactitude, a scrutiny that we're not normally subjet to. I mean that we don't subject eachother to. We're nicer to each other than the intervention of the camera is going to make us... I think it does, a little, hurt to be photographed..."

DIANE ARBUS 1923 - 1971.

"Arbus knew that honesty is not a gift, endowed by native naivete, nor a matter of style, or politics, or philosophy. She knew rather that it is a reward bestowed for bravery in the face of the truth. Those who have been news reporters, and have been required by their role to ask the unforgivable question, know the sense of relief with which one averts one's eyes, once perfunctory duty is done.
 Arbus did not avert her eyes."   

Dress of the Day 24.05.2010

For those of us who are resolutely wild at heart...

Monday's Collage of Luuurve.

"Reality teems with disappointment for him whose sources of enjoyment spring in the elysium of fancy"
-Henry Fuseli

"Then she grew calmer and decided she was probably being unjust to him. But disparaging those we love always detaches us from them to some extend. It is better not to touch our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands."
                               Madame Bovary  (Gustave Flaubert)

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