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Certainly the scariest art exhibit I've ever seen was Alfred Kubin's at Neue Galerie. His already graphically horrifying pictures were set off by low lighting, dark walls, velvet curtains, and a quiet clock ticking ever so gently in the background. I was palpitating and nauseus within a half hour.

Obviously effective because I haven't forgot it. One in particular, 'Solitude,' was a favorite, but I can't seem to find it.

Although his drawings were morbid and macabre, expressing the terrible turn of events that happened to him as a young man, he lived a relatively happy life and had a successful marriage into his golden years. Shows the power of art therapy.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle

Someone was telling me the other day about the six months she spent taking care of a friend's 18th century home on the Isle of Skye. I didn't imagine it to be so beautiful.

To glean eidolons

Last night was spent euphorically touring a true gem, the Providence Athenæum. 'Tis truly surreal to touch with your own fingers hand-signed copies of Witman's Leaves of Grass (one of the two). Or purusing through a book that Edgar Allan Poe took out when living in Providence. This library is simply a dream come true, straight out of your childhood imagination.

Thank you Christina for the tour and the invitation!

Images from Apartment Therapy

Xteriors

Spectral photographs if you can believe it. From the Dutch artist Desiree Dolron.

(found by way of LE ZÈBRE BLEU)

For my favorite dowager

more from Dustjacket Attic

Green Thumb Stretching

I feel Spring is just around the corner. Potting, planting, digging, mossing, weeding oh my!

for my movie

marc jacobs

ports 1961

phillip lim

marc jacobs

The fear that dwells inside a man

emma r

"There are two things in the world I can't abide: it's heat and heathens."

Would you like to know what I love almost as much as the 1920's and 30's? Movies from the 70's set in the 1920's/30's. Murder on the Orient Express, Great Gatsby, Cabaret and as of Sunday Death on the Nile. (Women in Love and Bonnie and Clyde count too even though they are made in the late 60's) Something about the glam of the 70's mixed with the glamour of that time is just too good to be true. In a future life when I'm a famous film maker I'd like all of my films to have this look.

Below is a shot from our not so deadly Nile Cruise last year. Well our attempt at a cruise on a flaccid day.

did i just use the word flaccid?

“Hope is a prodigal young heir, and experience is his banker”

Your name is Perigrine Chase. You live a humdrum life when suddenly an unknown aunt dies and bequeaths her quaint Elizabethan manor, Blackboys, her butler, her farms and her amazing furniture to you (your now an esq.!). Well the gardens ARE overrun with a family of peacocks and everyone wants your lot. SHAME!

Discover Perigrine's outcome when reading Vita Sackville-West's tiny little gem, The Heir. She's fast becoming my favorite, just finishing All Passion Spent. I'll post about that another day. Thanks to Stuck in a Book for his tremendous book recommendations. Howard's End is on the Landing was wonderful!

There'd be boys like you.

I cannot believe Alexander McQueen has passed. Just last night I was ironing my favorite white shirt made by him thinking how well his stuff fit. So many wonderful collections. So creative. So sad.

Call me sentimental, but I got a bit choked up watching this clip. Kate Moss had just gone through rehab, and he was the first designer to use her. What an unveiling!

I hope Isabella Blow and he can patch things up in the Fashion Afterlife.

Por Una Cabeza

A good day to watch the pictures.

Or read science journals:

Italian bioceramicists have turned wood into bone! Don't believe me? Watch here.

"made like a Greek statue, super-real"

"Writing to Gertrude Stein in the summer of 1926, he [George Platt Lynes] gave this description of himself: 'Picture me being oh-so-pastoral this summer in the meadows of Connecticut. Here I am completely rural. Sunshine is giving me that well-reputed tan. Surrounded by extraordinarily shaped near-mountains, coveted EARLY AMERICAN furniture, red and white mooley cows, and every known variety of stupidity, I am becoming muscular and disgustingly healthy.' Perhaps the masculine Stein enjoyed this kind of society-girl letter. Somehow one doubts it."

~David Leddick

Intimate Companions

It's funny how you come across things. After finishing the Ballets Russes documentary, I wanted more. Wandering my favorite place, The Providence Public Library, I found a book full of gorgeous photos of the company all shot by George Platt Lynes. I needed more. I found the above biography and am in the middle of an obsession. The art scene of New York in the Great Deprssion/Pre WWII time facinates me, and Platt Lynes was front and center.

ps...Lisa from A Bloomsbury Life (a blog I hold close to my heart) gave me a nod!

I want to feel that Galactic thrill!

NEVER.GETS.OLD.

Anzelinium Matrimonium Nathanius Preparpadaphus

Bamboozlement!

I've been hacked. Hijinked. Betrayed. Slain. Defiled. Violated. Desecrated.

My email hath been stole'd. Sorry if you got any weird message about me selling electronic.

Not me. Hate 'em.

இலங்கை

The other day I was outside. My chest hurt, a breeze blew up my YSL wide legs. A tear rolled down my cheek, but alas! froze there. I couldn't help but wonder...what the HELL am I doing here?!

Especially when I see pictures like these from a friend Jarad and Jared's trip to Sri Lanka.

A French girl I met once who lived there said: "Sri Lanka is the India everyone dreams of."

Sebald

'Book collections grow organically and in part they grow according to mood so that one ends up with a library that runs the gamut, from frivolous to suicidal, and in this year I may be inclined towards both, and all shades of mood in between.'

~Susan Hill

Howards End is on the Landing