“The 1929-30 two year period in Argentina ([Saint Exupery] should have stayed a few months) will be memorable. In Buenos Aires he writes Night Flight, inspired by his own adventure in Patagonia, which was released in 1931 (the Prix Femina will consecrate him as a writer), and meets the greatest and most tormented love of his life, Suncin Consuelo Sandoval de Gómez, the red rose of the Little Prince, the only woman poetic and whimsical enough to be able to see the profile of a boa eating an elephant in his famous drawing of The Little Prince, inspired by the profile of an island in front of Peninsula Valdez.”
Archive for the ‘Image Craving’ Category
The Island That Swallowed the Elephant
December 9, 2013Jewelry for An Angel
November 27, 2013Charlotte Free
November 22, 2013Dead Ringers
November 13, 2013SO MUCH ANXIETY
November 11, 2013I have so much anxiety today, and I could only think of one way to quell it: talk about service monkeys.
DC: wow really? that seems like a strange reason to need an animal
ID: could all rabbits do this or was this rabbit like, a seer?
ID: that is the funniest shit ever
More Clean-Up
November 8, 2013Continuing the Purge
November 6, 2013I am continuing to clean out my work desktop, and came across this amazing print, which I really wanted to buy until I realized it was 10K. Oops! The artist, Mike Levin, is blowing up all over the place. Also, below, a funny little tidbit about the Rebbe’s possible insanity.
From Jewish Ideas Daily, ages ago:
“…[O]ne finds bizarre accounts of three-year-old Joel Teitelbaum repeatedly engaged for long periods of time in rinsing his mouth, washing his hands, and sitting on the toilet, often interrupting his own prayers to return to the outhouse. The explanation offered for this behavior, which was a source of great concern to his mother, is that the saintly child could not appear before his Creator in prayer without having completely purified his holy body of all forms of uncleanness.
“Needless to say, a very different, clinical explanation jumps out from these narratives of childhood fixation: namely, that they testify to an extreme, textbook case of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). The refusal even to touch Israeli currency can be adduced as another example of the same psychological disorder, as, still more weirdly, can Teitelbaum’s unusual interest in the density of the fabric (the technical term is denier count) of the stockings worn by women in the Satmar community.
“In Meisels’s words, ‘The rebbe taught that even 70-denier stockings should not be worn. The numerical value of sod (secret) is 70, so the secret is out that this [stocking] is also transparent.’ There then follows a lengthy account of Teitelbaum’s creation, with the help of a Brooklyn businessman named Lipa Brach, of an exclusive line of fully opaque women’s hosiery:
Money in hand, Reb Lipa Brach began to work on the project. He went to several hosiery manufacturers, collected samples, and brought all of them to the rebbe to inspect. The rebbe was very pleased with the progress, and he tested each sample by pulling it over his own arm. If his hair showed, it was no good…. The new stockings were given the brand name, ‘Palm,’ the English translation of the Rebbe’s surname…. To this day every Satmar woman and girl wears Palm stockings.
“In many years of reading hasidic literature, from theoretical mystical tracts to tales and hagiographies, I have never encountered anything remotely like this image of a rebbe testing the thickness of stockings on his own arm, let alone naming a line of women’s undergarments after himself. Was he aware of what he was doing? Most people who suffer from OCD are highly conscious of their disorder; a revered religious leader, zealously guarded by a closed circle of worshipful acolytes, would be more likely to mistake psychiatric symptoms as messages from God.…”
Leaving My Job
November 5, 2013Um, Ew?
October 31, 2013M and I went to see the Balthus show at the Met on Sunday, and coincidentally, in the new issue of the NYRB I snagged from my office (man this sentence makes me sound pretentious) there was a review of the show by Ian Buruma. Serendipity! Here’s a gross fact I learned from the piece:
“His painting The Guitar Lesson shows a music teacher, modeled after Balthus’s own mother, maliciously pulling the hair and pawing the crotch of a half-naked girl in white knee socks sprawled helplessly across her lap. Robert Hughes called this picture of molestation “one of the few masterpieces among erotic paintings by Western artists in the last fifty years.”
The Guitar Lesson, not on view in the Met show, was once stored at the Museum of Modern Art, then sold to the filmmaker Mike Nichols, and now belongs to the Niarchos family—the old shipping tycoon Stavros Niarchos had it in his palatial bedroom.”










