“Anyone who watches Maya Deren’s films will quickly realise that they are all miniature dreamscapes of afterworlds and underworlds. Not much more than fifteen minutes apiece, they are each a weave of images without a soundtrack. Deren, working most productively in the 1940s, deliberately and brilliantly returns film to silence”
– Three Studies for a Triptych: Elizabeth Bishop, Patti Smith, Maya Deren by Nichola Dean, cited in my most recent post.
Shail Upadhya, former UN Diplomat. In Bill Cunningham New York (2010)
I will be tabling!
okay so many of my real life favourite folks and internet favourite folks are going to be here this weekend, and it’s killing me that i’m not. if you live in chicago, you should go! have fun on my behalf!
ppq fall winter 2011/12
WOAAAAAAAAAAH this is so neat
Brassai, La cage aux fauves aux Folies-Bergres, 1932.
okay that’s it. i’m grabbing my favourite canadians (maddie you can come too if you’re not a creepy old man ((that’s simon’s job *BADUM CHING*))) and we’re gonna find some land to squat on and go off the motherfucking grid and have a garden with food and make lamps out of mason jars and everything will be perfect and we can forget about the government because we won’t have computers or tvs. we will only have love and puppies and sex and make music and food and read and write books and have awesome times.
Maurice Retener coat ca. 1967 via The Costume Institute of The Metropolitan Museum of Art
sometimes it gets me so mad when people say “fashion is not art.” if i had this coat i could just wear it and when people bring up that argument i could be like “BAM then what is this magnificent thing? IS THIS NOT ART?”
i’m about to go see if this coat is still at the thrift store… if it is, it will be mine. i know i don’t need another coat, per se, but it fits like a dream (the sleeves are long enough! all you tall and long-limbed people know what i’m talking about) and well, look at it. it’s gorgeous. if i get it i have promised myself i will get rid of/donate/gift at least one of my coats. i never managed to sell them on etsy.
then going to spend the afternoon volunteering at le vestiaire, another thrift store.
addicted to thrifting? i think yes.
August Sander, Marta and Anton Räderscheidt, 1925
handa: White Bowden (via fixedgear)