Starry Starry Nights

Ann Demeulemeesterr

“The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph. In the vaults below the river bed the gold ingots. A desert glittering with mica and the telephone loudly ringing.

In the early evening, when death rattles the spine, the crowd moves compact, elbow to elbow, each member of the great herd driven by loneliness; breast to breast towards the wall of self, frustrate, isolate, sardine upon sardine, all seeking the universal can opener.”

Henry Miller, Black Spring (1936)

Lilac Wine is Sweet and Heady

Three As Four

A Slap in the Face of Public Taste

Ooooo Swish Darling, we are almost there...

Shake It

This is possibly the last Polaroid picture of me or my family. Our neighbour Kat took it. My daughter will be able to say that she was born so long ago that there is a Polaroid of her. Get your film while it's still out there!
We are off to sunny Barcelona - see you in May.

Brainwashed

Has your computer ever told you to do something? I kept on getting a little note off the side of my cursor, not even when I was on the net, to go to www.fashionmission.nl, so I did. Okay, I could get lost here and waste so much of my precious time on blogs, and I did. I especially liked the street style section where you can pour through party photos from NY, LA & Paris, like the one of above of Lou Doillon from Cobra Snake. Well I am a mama now, so maybe these nightlife photos are a bit more enticing to me.
Speaking of brainwashing...I had a dream that I was applying gold and black shadow to my eyes ( I know, I have a deep & troubled inner life!) It was very sensual and beautiful and I woke thinking, I need to get me some. I never went on the hunt but I came across a blog where this woman describes going on the hunt herself for Chanel's new gold & black eyeshadow duo to find that they are sold out everywhere. Am I tapped in so to speak, to these trifles of the beauty industry or somehow brainwashed as my boyfriend proposes?

Blondie at 21

A woman of valor who can find ? Her price is far above rubies.
Proverbs 31:10

Blondie

Gertrude "Blondie" Fram
1914 - 2008

Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother
Pianist
Teacher
Book Lover
Feminist
Matriarch
Sage

My fondest memory of my Gran is crawling into bed with her in the morning while she read James and the Giant Peach to me eating toast and anchovy paste. I will forever miss her...

Paris Rocks!

Maison Martin Margiela





































Balmain

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Wit in Winter

I was going through some old photos and came across this one from the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh.
Ah, to be alone in Pittsburgh in the dead of winter. It feels just like this picture. Poor Andy. At least there is his museum for those of us who happen to find themselves there on business. The thing about museums is that these balloons are supposed to be floating around some debauched party not an empty sunlit room.The thing about Pittsburgh is that it has that feeling that many American cities have, that it used to be grand. I personally found it kind of creepy spotted here and there with some perfectly wonderful people. I mean, it's quite pretty, especially when I had to haul my ass back there the following summer but I experienced some sinister situations in the suburbs that to expound upon would only soil and sully your thoughts. Seriously.
Anyways, Andy Warhol... I read his book The Philosophy of Andy Warhol: From a to B and Back Again. I'll be your B. What a wit, but we all know that. I wish I had it on hand to extract some quotes, but here are some of the best ones from the book and other places just cause.

Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

I like boring things.

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.