Photo by Melvin Sokolosky
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Didn't you know we are in the middle of the Steampunk movement!?!
Me neither. Until three days ago when doing intensive online "researching."
Well, ladies and gentleman, according to the steampunkopedia (no, I'm not making this up), Steampunk is defined as:
"Everything Jules Verne could have written. Everything H.G. Wells should have written. Everything A. Conan Doyle thought of but never published because it was too fantastic. "
~Frank Chadwick, 1988
Steampunk is an entirely modern aesthetic born of disenchantment with the world-that-is and a desire to create an ephemeral world-that-never-was. It combines the Victorian, the modern, and the fantastic.
~Sister Shuriken of Sweet Reason
Am I the last person to hear about this? There's a really informative article about it from Time, written by Lev Grossman (writer of The Magicians...yes Micah, that's the book I gave you, the one getting dusty on your bookshelf) that really clarifies it for those of us still trapped in the modern age.
This keyboard for a laptop is AMAZING. You can find more transformations on this webpage. I suggest you check it out.
Now grab your pipe, violin and partner-in-crime and join me for Heaven's sakes!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
"When I woke it was to a vision of paradise: through the window was the Mediterranean, even bluer than in the postcards. And there were the square sun-baked houses, the red earth, the grey-green vegetation, the palm trees. My throat was as dry as ashes, I was coated with a mixture of soot and sweat and aching all over; but the sight of that tideless ocean, mother of gods and men, nurse of poetry, changeless grandiose fact of the ancient world, made me dizzy with joy."
Reading this last night with the wind and rain spitting at my window was such a nice reminder of the trip I took with my sister when I was 16 to the Cote d'Azur. One village, Eze, perched atop a high mountain like "a phoenix on a bone," overlooking what seems to be the entire province and Monaco, was pure Mediterranean magic. I surely hope these photos capture the panoramic views combined with the quaintness of it all. This had Monte Carlos beat with aces.
The title of this post comes from the village motto:
"In death I am reborn"
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
...be my pal on the Place Pigalle."
I try not to be a judge-a-book-by-it's-cover sort of fellow but the other day at the library THIS was on the display shelf:
I had to do everything in my power not to triple toe lux over the circulation desk to grab it! It's SO good. 1920's Paris. Literary crowd. Stein, Toklas, Hemmingway, Man Ray, McAlmon and the Surrealists. Beautiful writing to boot.
What more do you need?
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
(from National Portrait Gallery)
Favored guests from Towne are descending to the country estate this weekend! Must brief servants, clear grounds, stock bubbles, bathe dachshund and other perfections. I wish life could always be like this weekend and look like the above picture of the BYT's of yore.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A year ago I must have put all of Bette Davis' movies on my netflix queue, because for the last few weeks it seems she's in EVERY movie I get. Does anyone else have an exorbitant amount of films on their queue as well? It's taxing.
Want to hang out tonight?
Nope, I have to work on my queue.
Well, my favorite so far is Deception. A film noir filled with shadows, infidelity, classical musicians, Mid-century lofts and of course, Deception.
I was also impressed that she actually played the piano in a few scenes, instead of the chest shot with the hands waving helter skelter thats the norm. Pet Peeve.
Monday, March 1, 2010
If you're anything like me, when you were little and made a weird face, your charming wise-ass mother would tell you, "Watch out I knew someone who's face stuck like that!" (insert Kennedian accent)
It's not my fault my parents thought it a good idea to get rid of TV, depending on books and front-of-mirror-laughing to keep me busy!
Well, I'm pretty sure after making these faces for years, mine's about to stick. My jaw gets locked like this:
When a story shocks my constitution, my brow freezes like this: