I haven’t been able to get this article out of my mind. Everything she describes seems like such a dream world—the type of 1960s that I first fell in love with and…
May 2012
“Brooklyn: We plant you permanently within us…we love you. There is perfection in you also, you furnish your parts toward eternity.” —Walt Whitman
The day’s on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, my shadow pinned against a sweating wall. The edge is what I have. Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire…
If you know me well, you know that I have a strong fondness for the 1970’s TV series Good Times. I love James, Florida, J.J., Thelma, and especially Willona. The comedy is cute, the characters are colorful, the theme song is perfect, and I could sit through an entire season in one…
A girl wedded to the statue of a dream, Cinderella in her ring of flames, wearing her unassaultable ego, meets a man with a kiss breaks her statue…
Rania Matar’s photographs of teenage girls in the comfort and safety of their own bedrooms are fascinating. This series offers a rare peek inside the…
“If you compare fashion with philosophy, it is frivolous. But frivolity may be something good, something that is part of our lives. So I don’t dislike it. And what I like is the mix: that in your life you can have serious things, and more frivolous ones.” —Miuccia Prada
“It was suddenly as I’d hoped, we were getting to know each other, she was beginning to see me for what I really was. There was always the idea she would understand.” —John Fowles, The Collector
I love that Miss Jane carried a basket everywhere instead of a purse. You know that it probably got annoying lugging a basket around, but Jane was never the type to do anything just halfway…
I love anything made out of wood, and I could see myself living in a tree someday. If I can’t live in a tree myself, I’ll at least make sure I build the…
She poses self-confident, blue sky and clouds borne in her oval womb | Lady Day bows her neck under a…
Now air is air and thing is thing: no bliss. Of heavenly earth beguiles our spirits, whose miraculously disenchanted eyes live the magnificent honesty of space…
People say I’m crazy doing what I’m doing | They give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin | When I say that I’m o.k. well they look at me kind of strange | Surely you’re not happy now, you no longer play the game…
If you were in my heart, I’d surely not break you | If you were beside me and my love would take you | I’ll keep you in safety forever protect you | I’ll hide you…
