Archive for the ‘Image Craving’ Category

The Island That Swallowed the Elephant

December 9, 2013
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Picture by GL

“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.”

Jewelry for An Angel

November 27, 2013

I can imagine Lady Caroline Blackwood as portrayed by Lucien Freud wearing this.

Tis dainty.

Tis dainty.

Charlotte Free

November 22, 2013

I always get her and Sky Fereirra mixed up.  I might have spelled Sky’s last name wrong, but I don’t particularly care because she is pretty boring.

This picture reignites my desire to dye my hair pink.

Yes, still cleaning out my desktop.

Yes, still cleaning out my desktop.

Dead Ringers

November 13, 2013

Shelly Duvall and Joyce Carol Oates.  Who’s with me?

Guess

Guess

Who

Who

 

SO MUCH ANXIETY

November 11, 2013

I have so much anxiety today, and I could only think of one way to quell it: talk about service monkeys.

DC: why is there a dog here?
ID: someone who apparently needs a service dog
DC: i need answers
ID: i know
i keep thinking about service dogs recently
because my friend told me she was seated next to [REDACTED NAME OF FAMOUS MEMOIRIST] at a dinner
and she had a service dog for post 911 ptsd
DC: wow really? that seems like a strange reason to need an animal
what would the dog do?
ID: like, calm one’s anxiety?
DC: my crazy aunt had a service rabbit
ID: i have an overwhelming suspicion that, much like prozac, service dogs are over-prescribed
A SERVICE RABBIT?
DC: it supposedly was able to sense when she was about to have a seizure
ID: omg
DC: she was totally insane
ID: could all rabbits do this or was this rabbit like, a seer?
DC: it wore a little cape that said “service animal”
ID: CAN YOU HEAR ME CACKLING
DC: haha yes i can
ID: that is the funniest shit ever
we always tried to make phil get a service monkey
service monkeys are the bomb because they can carry things and get you snacks and stuff
DC: oh absolutely
that’s really the only service animal that makes sense
it has to wear a little diaper though
DC: that’s a downside
ID: this is a service monkey taking a bath
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Apparently his name is Blake
DC: Fucking. adorable.

More Clean-Up

November 8, 2013
Cats!

Cats!

Continuing the Purge

November 6, 2013

I 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.

The Royal Teitelbaums

The Royal Teitelbaums

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, 2013

Guess what everyone?  I’m leaving my day job to blog full-time!  (Sorta.)  This means I have start cleaning out the folders of random jpgs and writings I have amassed in my nine months at this desk.  Step one: bye-bye, Secret Snow.

She's already developing her artist's instinct.

She’s already developing her artist’s instinct.

Um, Ew?

October 31, 2013

M 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.”

Ouch.

Ouch.

Bah

October 21, 2013

I have some really good shit on the horizon, I SWEAR, but first, a book written by a fascinating woman named Carolyn Heilbrun, a former Columbia University English professor whose story was told on the Freakonomics podcast about suicide.

Add to wish list immediately

Add to wish list immediately