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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.

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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