sunday: recovery

Hollywood kids VI

How freakin' perfect is this!?
Olivia Palermo and Johannes Huebl

misswallflower

status: unavailable

Yes, I am reading this, which means I will not be available for the proximate 36 hours or so.

sunday: autumn foreboding

It's a wind, rain, falling leaves, recycled paper, and reading books in the park time.

between the folds

Alexandre Vassiliev
Art deco style. Fashion during the Interwar Period (1918 - 1939)
Exhibition of costumes from the private collection of Alexandre Vassiliev (Paris)

saturday: it's a crocodile street

starry eyed

excerptum: talisman

Stephen King Peter Straub

The Talisman

Chapter 13

The Men in the Sky

6

And now something else occurred to him - the time his mother had taken him with her to see her friend Myrna, who was a real ballet dancer, practicing in the loft of a dance studio on lower Wilshire Boulevard. Myrna was part of a ballet troupe and Jack had seen her and the other dancers perfom - his mother often made him go with her and it was mostly boring stuff, like church or Sunrise Semester on TV. But he had never seen Myrna in practice ... never that close up. He had been impressed and a little frightened by the contrast between seeing ballet on stage, where everyone seemed to either glide or mince effortlessly on the tips of their pointes, and seeing it from less than five feet away, with harsh daylight pouring in the floor-to-ceiling windows and no music - only the choreographer rhytmically clapping his hands and yelling harsh criticisms. No praise; only criticisms. Their faces ran with sweat. Their leotards were wet with sweat. The room, as large and airy as it was, stank of sweat. Sleek muscles trembled and fluttered on the nervous edge of exhaustion. Corded tendons stood out like insulated cables. Throbbing veins popped out on foreheads and necks. Except for the choreographer's clapping and angry, hectoric shouts, the only sounds were the thrup-thud of ballet dancers on pointe moving across the floor and harsh, agonized panting for breath. Jack had suddenly realized that these dancers were not just earning living; they were killing themselves. Most of all he remembered their expressions - all that exhausted concentration, all that pain ... but transcending the pain, or at least creeping around its edges, he had seen joy. Joy was unmistakably what that look was, and it had scared Jack because it had seemed inexplicable. What kind of person could get off by subjecting himself or herself to such steady, throbbing, excruciating pain?

katie melua - the flood

Glad that there are still people who know how to make good artistic videos without using incredible amounts of special effects. And actually make these videos for great songs as well. I want to see more of that.

the book of monsters

mood today VI

bloodinthesubway

he's done it again

George,

of course.

wednesday: porcelain tourist

I found a lovely 'new' place in the Old Town fit for playing tourists. So that is what I did. And I also visited a Portuguese tile exhibition. Very scarce for my taste, but beautiful nevertheless. How could I not love tiles with deers on them!? Besides, the fact that the exhibition was not even open yet but they let me in nevertheless, made me feel even cooler yet. ha!

discovery day

Today in a very short while I discovered many inspiring and interesting works of talented artists. They all surely deserve separate posts, but as I am too lazy and depressed they will all be compressed into one. Click on the names for links and be sure to explore for more.

Kate MacDowell

Ann Wood

Geoffrey Gorman

Julie Morstad

all found at koki

fungi fun

This really has GOT to be the most amazing thing ever!

Limited fungi by Katharina Mischer

Endangered mushroom species are translated into a limited design edition. Buying the shelf helps saving biodiversity, as part of the money goes to environmental projects that try to save the specific fungi species. A limited design for unlimited life.

Kuehneromyces Lignicola; rare mushroom species.
Conservation status: Austrian red list, critically endangered.

Each mushroom is numbered.

droog.com
found at child of danu

unintended experiment

You know how when a marrow has gone bad and gets all smelly and drips all over your shelf? Yes, yack. But this one is no ordinary marrow. We had forgotten about it and found it being very desperate to live and raise up seed, the little freak. Can you believe how vivacious can the flora be? Talk about grass being able to burst open asphalt.

So now this is our unintended experiment. The little leaves are already opening up and have turned green.

spain again

I can't believe I still haven't posted about Spain becoming the World Champions! It's probably due to the fact that I was away at that time. So here goes:

Epic.

P.S. I'm almost as good as Paul the octopus.