This seems important.
Feels a bit like looking at different bodies!
Aubergine-shaped jade snuff bottles, Qing Dynasty, 18th Century. 🍆🍐 (at 國立故宮博物院 National Palace Museum)
How to create the impression of grandeur? Make your guests walk for a very long time before they reach the entrance. (at 國立故宮博物院 National Palace Museum)
The roof of Longshan Temple, carved with fiery dragons, first built in 1738 (!) and rebuilt several times after fire, earthquake, and war. 🐲 (at 艋舺龍山寺 Longshan Temple)
Good morning Taipei! (at 通化街臨江夜市 Tonghua Night Market)
My grandfather in La Dépêche, Le Journal de Tahiti, Sept. 17, 1982.
Guy Bourdin, Polaroid, c. 1980 (via Mondo Blogo)
A young Kathryn Bigelow. I went into Zero Dark Thirty apathetic, left completely charged. There are very legitimate reasons to make noise about the depiction of torture in her film (as David Denby put it, “Bigelow and Boal—the team behind “The Hurt Locker”—want to claim the authority of fact and the freedom of fiction at the same time, and the contradiction mars an ambitious project”), but that aside, her career and her trajectory are utterly fascinating. And covetable. I like the idea of an evolving intellect and creative mind, of moving from one medium to another, and seeing how they are different and why the weaknesses of one are the strengths of another. I guess I identify with it. I wasn’t born like this. Who I am, and what I do is not a mark of precocity, but of discovery. I mean, her experience is unique, it doesn’t make sense but without it, I feel we have evidence to suppose she wouldn’t have made movies the way she does now—from conceptual art to her marriage to James Cameron to an Oscar …
I guess you have to buy the issue of Time to get the cover story, but here’s a Q&A that they’ve posted online.
Dorothy Parker telegrams her editor because she can’t face him on the phone!
Maud Wagner, the first known female tattooist in the U.S., 1911. In 1907, she traded a date with her husband-to-be for tattoo lessons. Their daughter, Lotteva Wagner, was also a tattooist. Must be in the blood.
(From “Bodies of Subversion: A Secret History of Women and Tattoo,” via The New Yorker.)