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Dirty Yellow


Found 87:

Today when I was en route, I came across a box of discarded books. The pale green cover and lavender font caught my eye. I found myself staring into the cardboard-box, and  at the Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry. Beneath it lay: The Writers Eye, the Stop, Look & Write series – Effective Writing Through Pictures. I don’t typically take things I find on the sidewalk, I just walk on by, but something about today was different. I stopped and looked, and  couldn’t resist… Now let me share a treat from the found books with you..

These two tales I tell of myself and the life I led

To its destruction, one dark, one bright: one gathered from

A few gleaming moments-a slice or two of the cake

From where it was perfectly marbled-the other one

Rising from an under-song of despair. In neither

Case is the truth of the story-or the story of

The possibility that either one could be true

Or false at all-of any interest. What matters

Is what they might be good for: the story of a lost

Joy, as a sad anchor to drop below the surface

Of where we keep on going; the other version of

What was, the tale of a hell escaped, easily sounds

Like a noisy breath of wind filling my patched old sails.

The Tales of the Sea

John Hollander



Yesterday morning I was walking to the subway station to ride over to the East Village, do some shopping and gawking. The sweet scent of coffee beans got stuck in my nose. Suddenly I had the urge to drink some heavily caffeinated dark brown beverage, and I knew Diet Coke just wasn’t gonna cut it this time. I ducked into the little hole in the wall coffee shop that I pass everyday, Bittersweet. I ordered my usual, an Americano, with just enough room for a splash of milk and a packet of aspartame. The man who took my order was wearing a striped vintage Hang-Ten, perfectly-too-small t-shirt. I couldn’t help but compliment him.

Then the sweet sounds of an ironic, twangy-lulling hit my hears. To my surprise they were playing Neil Young’s “Alabama” off Harvest Moon, one of my all time favorite albums, and of course, one of my all time favorite artists.

I must admit, it totally made my moment. I had diamonds in my eyes…

Oh Alabama,
the devil fools with the best laid plan.
Swing low Alabama.

And now the moment is all that it meant..

The Banjos playing through the broken glass.
Windows down in Alabama.
See the old folks tied in white ropes.
Hear the banjo.
Don’t it take you down home?..

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Madonna Dolce Round 2

Madonna is the face for Dolce & Gabbana again, not a surprise.. And the Ad-campaign appears to be a continuation of last year’s. The same black and white photo, narrative style, shot by Steven KleinTres sexy.. Let’s see how things unwind.



Winter is fast approaching. Get ready to say goodbye to color, and hello to more cream, tan, brown, mustard, and more muted tones. Don’t worry though, gold is always in season..

Here’s the Marc Jacobs Collection Fall/Winter 2010-2011, shot by the fabulous Juergen Teller.. Definitely channelling sexy-melancholy-heart-strings.. the best kind…

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.  -Andrew Wyeth

Yes please…


Diamond Dust

When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them.   -Andy Warhol



Screen Test

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