“Slush Puppie life lesson: you have to savor each moment. If you suck too fast you’re left with hard flavorless ice.” -Mo Rocca
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Constance: You sound like my friend Ed. Now Ed was an actor, and he tried and tried; and never got that magic role. He worked nights at a copy store and lived in a terrible apartment filled with roaches, but he never gave up. And then on his 60th birhtday, he said, “That’s it. I quit. I can’t do this anymore.” Guess what happened a week later.
Henry: He got discovered?
Constance: He died. Dreams are a life force.
Party Down: California College Conservatives Union Caucus
“I myself have always stood in the awe of the camera. I recognize it for the instrument it is, part Stradivarius, part scalpel.”October 7, 2009
Irving Penn died at the age of 92, today.
I’ve alwas been drawn to and inspired by his portraits. I seek out old face with wrinkles so deep that the cast shadows, because I imagine how it would look in an Irving Penn styled black and white shot.
Penn has shot tribesmen, models, hippies, extremely influential artists alike. He has found a way to highlight the features that make that an individual not only unique, but beautiful while not adjusting a thing about them. He literally knew better than anyone, how to put them in the right light.
Below are some of my favorite Irving Penn shots.
Row 1: Banett Newman, Yves Saint Laurent, Miles Davis, Phillip Roth
Row 2: Vogue shot, Alberto Giacometti, James Van Der Zee, Man from Newguinea
Row 3: Truman Capote, S.J. Perelman, Pablo Picasso, Richard Avedon
Liz Lemon, 30 Rock episode 118 “Fireworks”
“Why is life worth living? It’s a very good question. Um… Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh… Like what… okay… um… For me, uh… ooh… I would say… what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing… uh… um… and Wilie Mays… and um… the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony… and um… Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues… um… Swedish movies, naturally… Sentimental Education by Flaubert… uh… Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra… um… those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne… uh… the crabs at Sam Wo’s… uh… Tracy’s face..”
After the bloodiest and most divisive war in American history, Commander in Chief John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic instituted the holiday at Arlington Cemetery in 1868 “For the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land.”
Photo and excerpt are from AT…
It seems that this holiday was put together so that there was a day off for people to reflect on the lost in battle and to gather themselves after the stress of spring and prepare for the summer days.
I don’t know who we’re kidding. Celebrations of anything that has happened over 25 years before ones life and don’t involve some sort of mandatory gift giving, are easily forgotten. At this point, Memorial Day is basically is the kick off of summer.
So Happy Summer!
I don’t think anyone knows how to celebrate the re-welcoming of nature better than these dudes:
I’ve been feeling really inspired by Phillip Toledano, recently.
Born in London, living in New York, Toledano says
“I believe a photo should be like an unfinished sentence. Their should be space for questions”
I’ve gone through some of his photo essays to find that he always has the perfect amount of words that accompany an astonishing photograph, and knows when words are just not necessary. He dedicates himself to assignments that are typically wondered about, but overlooked by a main element.
His essays only make you look as deep as you want to. In their most minimal form, the convey emotion. Humor, joy, embarrassment, slight discomfort, and sadness.
The most beautiful photographic time capsule I’ve seen produced in a while is BY FAR the personal documentation that the photographer has of his father in the years following the sudden death of his mother. Full of minimalism, fitting web design, and short summaries, Days With My Father is both inspiring and at times heart wrenching.
It documents so much more than an old man in his lonely home. It shows life as a dying breed. A way of living that is barely left in existence. Its a man who truly loved his wife and continually found a creative spark to keep on living. A real optimist.
Not all people grow old and miserable. With age, comes wisdom. Its your decision if you want to let the wisdom corrupt your spirt, or let it push you to work harder.
If you happen to have about 10 minutes and a box of tissues, I highly recommend looking over Days With My Father.
p.s. Its Tits for Tuesday! Beyond a sad and unexplainable loss of sex drive that motivates me to skim through photos of boobs all week, I don’t feel like letting this post get skipped through for boobs. So this photo from the above mentioned photographer will have to do.
“She became unable to do anything but think about this apartment. She was like a character out of a Tom Wolfe novel-her life had made her crazy-and that just seemed to sum up so exactly something about this city”
-Ira Glass talking about his first roommate in New York City
“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.”