J. Lo always killin it
This isn't really about design anymore, but it's always about Iftikhar.
J. Lo always killin it
Part of the problem, I think, is that we just don’t a large vocabulary for evaluating women other than to say they are sexually attractive or slutty or have a cool boyfriend.
— Yes, this is from an article about T Swift. Go girl
Where and when do you do your writing? Any small room with no natural light will do.
Read this to your best friend when at the beach.
The work of Charlie Anthony Ellis
But change comes slowly. One day, Mendelsund predicts, there will be a best-selling novel by an African writer that happens to use a different visual aesthetic, and its success will introduce a new set of arbitrary images to represent Africa in Western eyes. “But right now, we’re in the age of the tree,” he says. “For that vast continent, in all its diversity, you get that one fucking tree.”
National Life Insurance Company Building, project, 1924–25, by Frank Lloyd Wright
I like book covers that look like movie posters.
“Tons of artists are involved,” said Mr. Maslansky, a painter who uses acrylic on bedsheets to depict couples (sometimes threesomes) engaged in sexual acts.”
— When the NYTimes sounds like satire.
Believe: this is Ira Glass
A little simplistic, yes, but good to hear an author demystify the life of an artist.
Jon Wiener: Reno says, “I thought art came from a brooding solitude.” Do you agree with her about that?
Rachel Kushner: For me, art is not “brooding.” It comes from someplace that is more fun and that has a kind of electricity to it. People often consider the solitude aspect to be essential, that creativity is locked up inside you and you’re waiting for the moment to release it. I subscribe to a different worldview. It’s through engagement with the world, and not separation from it, that something with meaning gets produced.
Mark du Suvero (Alcatraz in the background) #sfmoma #onthego #kickingarts #cultureandshit #therock #alcatraz #sanfrancisco by samueltmurray http://ift.tt/1hAOZL2
FYI… you have less than a month to check out Mark di Suvero at Crissy Field!
I really don’t want this to leave!
I saw the peculiar way America creeps up on you if you don’t have anything,” he told me. “It’s never rude. It’s just, Yes, you do have to work 14 hours. And yes, you do have to ride the bus home. You’re now the father of two and you will work in that cubicle or you will be dishonored. Suddenly the universe was laden with moral import, and I could intensely feel the limits of my own power. We didn’t have the money, and I could see that in order for me to get this much money, I would have to work for this many more years. It was all laid out in front of me, and suddenly absurdism wasn’t an intellectual abstraction, it was actually realism. You could see the way that wealth was begetting wealth, wealth was begetting comfort — and that the cumulative effect of an absence of wealth was the erosion of grace.