Guy Bourdin, Polaroid
Lisa Taylor.
A poem my friend saw and sent me…
I like slippers gold
I like oysters cold
And my garden of mixed flowers
And the sky full of flowers
And traffic in the streets
And Maillard’ sweets
And Bendel’s clothes
And Nat Lewis hose
And Tappe’s window arrays
And crystal fixtures
And my pictures
And Walt Disney cartoons
And colored balloons.
Yes! What is the tiny hole for? (Illustration by Christoph Niemann.)
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Obsessed with this song from Drive.
Joan Didion.
Sigrid Undset.
As much as I found Melancholia to be very indulgent and absolutely ridiculous, the imagery from the opening sequence has made an indelible impression. Though I’d be curious to check out Bill Viola again, the idea that depression feels like being weighed down by large, heavy strands of gray, murky rope as you try to walk forward—well, it intrigues and appeals.
(Source: michelleviolyharper)
