I’m sorry, Zagreus, but it’s been a long time since I talked about certain things. So I don’t know any more—-or I’m not sure. When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. You know, Zagreus, I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all these things at once. I’m sure there are times you wouldn’t even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—-I can’t say it.
-Albert Camus, A Happy Death
Certain small, ugly creatures are considered adorable and cute. Take, for example, the baby orangutan pictured on the poster that decorates the garage wall. Nothing about this animal is pretty to look at but he doesn’t seem to care one way or the other. When an orangutan catches his reflection in a pool of crystal-clear water he doesn’t take the time to get depressed about his looks. Instead he just goes about his business, eating leaves and examining the heads of his friends and family, searching for mouthwatering fleas. A creature is cute as long as it has mournful eyes and lives in the woods. An ugly person can’t be carefree like animals. From what I’ve seen on television, animals mate without regard to who has a glossier coat or the longest whiskers. I don’t get the idea that apes turn down dates. They might talk but I doubt anyone’s feelings get hurt in the process. I could be wrong because I am not a scientist.
Jamboree, from the book Barrel Fever by David Sedaris
Shaving the Graveyard
The graveyard being what he called his face;
even as a young man
he called his face the graveyard—he talked
like that, funny, odd
things that scared me sometimes…
Oh my, love thigh high stockings & garters. :-)
Dali Atomicus by Philippe Halsman - 1948
You could do this in photoshop now easily but Halsman did not - this was shot live! It took 26 tries to get it over five hours - Halsman counted to four, Dali leapt, 3 assistants threw the cats, one threw the water from a bucket and Halsman’s wife held the chair. Its all done in the camera.
My late Uncle Sal once met Dali in a bar in Manhattan. Dali was carving something at the bar and my uncle said, “Hey, do you know we have the same name?” My uncle and Dali drank together and Dali finished his carving. He handed it to my uncle to keep. It was a palm-sized cross.
As always, NSFW.
Louis Finson, The Four Elements, 1611
Saw this picture in an old book of erotic poetry my friend bought while in Prague, and I can’t believe I found it.
Unknown Ziegfeld girl by Alfred Cheney-Johnson
Alfred Cheney-Johnson again
Tentacles are so fascinating!
I would like to own Jonathan Adler’s Garden of Eden salt and pepper shaker set. Price tag is a little too much for right now, but boy are they heavenly!