Archive for March, 2009
The Bowery Boys did a pretty interesting little blog about the bridge today. Enjoy the fuck out of it!
- Phone calls made in fits of horror, as I tried to rush back into manhattan after ‘running away’ just didn’t work out.
- Throwing mix CDs of love, over its edge.
- Taking boat trips so that I would be able to just take photos of its underbelly.
- Having first listens of music made by friends, on my way out of the city.
- Looking into open apartment windows of converted storage areas and visually upsetting glass buildings, to see how rich people decorate and arrange their lighting.
- Wishing I could shop at the Bridge Market regularly.
- Smoking cigarettes at the park that went along the East River, staring at the bridge traffic and thinking about the ten most important items in my life.
- And freaking out every single time TO THIS DAY, about driving up the onramp into the city.
- Violent Femmes
- the Olsen twins
- Studying painting in his youth, makes the minimal composition of his photographs unique.
- He did not collect his works or make any attempt to preserve them.
- Bourdin wanted all of his work destroyed after his death, in 1991
- Unfortunately for him, and fortunate for this post, the fact that he did not collect all of his work make it difficult to destroy, in the end.
- Bourdin was a close friend of Man Ray, who wrote the introduction for the catalogue of his first show in the late 1950’s.
- Bourdin, along with Helmut Newton, is considered to be one of the most revolutionary fashion photographers of the second half of the 20th century.
- I feel like Bourdin is the Ying to Helmut Newtons Yang. Although his work is much more saturated and action based, it is also obvious to see that he was much more morbid and serious than Newton
- He worked with French Vouge for nearly 30 years, yet not much of his work was published.
- He is well known for his timeless photographs advertising Charles Jourdans shoe collections in the 70’s.
"Our words have formed a death sentence, and I wish that we had never talked. Our hips said it all."March 10, 2009
- The set was beautifully diverse
- The band went nuts and really enjoyed themselves
- The crowd was friendly and accommodating (with the exception of the girl who didn’t want me standing near her at the front, even when the show hadn’t started yet)
- I got to use my flash against Tims picnic shirt
- I didn’t even notice they had played 20 songs starting at 11pm
- I even forgot I was tired!
“If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.” Bukowski
Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact.
― Nicole Krauss
About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.
― Rita Mae Brown