Archive for the ‘Image Craving’ Category

Self-Mutilation With Pearls

March 8, 2012

This beautiful picture of models in the recent Chanel show…

They also make pearl bobby pins (Chanel does, that is) and you should buy them for me.

Reminds me of a favorite story of mine, that I once posted here… an excerpt, for your continued enjoyment:

I left town for 6 months, bummed around, came back. I had never forgotten Cass, but we’d had some type of argument and I felt like moving anyhow, and when I got back I figured she’d be gone, but I had been sitting in the West End Bar about 30 minutes when she walked in and sat down next to me.

“Well, bastard, I see you’ve come back.”

I ordered her a drink. Then I looked at her. She had on a high- necked dress. I had never seen her in one of those. And under each eye, driven in, were 2 pins with glass heads. All you could see were the heads of the pins, but the pins were driven down into her face.

“God damn you, still trying to destroy your beauty, eh?”

“No, it’s the fad, you fool.”

“You’re crazy.”

(Charles Bukowski)

I Am Resorting to Reblogging

March 7, 2012

I don’t like reblogging but there’s some original shit I want to say and based on my personal method-in-madness idea of aesthetics, it’s time for an image!  I want this piece (despite its being overpriced)/wish I had thought of it first.

It says, "The entire life of this pen." Seriously, though, this is a piece I wish I had made. I just love scribbling for hours on end.

“Happy” Monday

March 5, 2012

This gives me joy in the same way that a missive from a someecard my friend once sent me did –– the card read, “When work sucks, just remember that some day you will die.”  So nice to remember there’s a light at the end of this tunnel.

Euthanasia Coaster by Julijonas Urbonas

The Euthanasia Coaster is a roller coaster designed to kill you.  From Urbonas’ website/mission statement:

“Euthanasia Coaster” is a hypothetic euthanasia machine in the form of a roller coaster, engineered to humanely – with elegance and euphoria – take the life of a human being. Riding the coaster’s track, the rider is subjected to a series of intensive motion elements that induce various unique experiences: from euphoria to thrill, and from tunnel vision to loss of consciousness, and, eventually, death. Thanks to the marriage of the advanced cross-disciplinary research in space medicine, mechanical engineering, material technologies and, of course, gravity, the fatal journey is made pleasing, elegant and meaningful. Celebrating the limits of the human body but also the liberation from the horizontal life, this ‘kinetic sculpture’ is in fact the ultimate roller coaster: John Allen, former president of the famed Philadelphia Toboggan Company, once sad that “the ultimate roller coaster is built when you send out twenty-four people and they all come back dead. This could be done, you know.”

On the website, it has a very interesting hypothetical play-by-play of what a rider would experience, along with a great interview with the inventor.

Wee!

My favorite:

Question: Do you really believe it’s more humane, say, than a lethal injection? 

Answer: First of all, we need to clarify what do we mean by saying “humane” as there is quite a myriad ways of understanding it. Of course, the key description might be something which is painless, pleasant, basically referring to some kind or level of pleasure. But the human being is a cultural being and therefore, in my opinion, we have also refer this term to dignity, compassion, benevolence and meaningfulness. The latter is exactly what a lethal injection lacks. It is highly hospitalised and not much different from a mundane injection of medicine. There is no special ritual nor death is given special meaning except that of the legal procedures and psychological preparation. It is like death is divorced from our cultural life as much as the death rituals in our secular and postmodern Western society. But if it is already legal, why not to make it more meaningful, not in a way the aboriginals mourn the deceased by ecstatic singing and dancing around a bonfire, for example, but as a ritual adapted to the contemporary world where churches and shrines are being replaced by theme parks or at least achieving the equal power of producing spiritual effects (more and more people attend theme parks for self-meliorative purposes — relaxation, self-cultivation, socialisation). This is, of course, a food for thought.

It has been observed that the jumpers, people who commit suicide by falling to the ground, often demonstrate some sort of aesthetic preference for a nice place or structure to kill themselves, for example, by traveling long distances for that, but also performing some forms of rituals such as folding their clothes neatly before the jump or holding a hat on the head with both hands all the way down. What’s more, sometimes the jumpers fall undressed or perform some choreography — it seems that they care about how their bodies meet the air. All this testifies that self-murderers are not apathetic in relation to the ritual of killing themselves, and seek some sort of aesthetic meaning in it.

My coworker and I are going to get tattoos of this shape.

In fact, falling is a unique experience that sets itself apart from other types of death: while rushing towards the ground or, in the case of the Euthanasia Coaster, towards the loop, knowing and anticipating with the whole body the exact time of death, there is still a fraction of time for reflection. Its real-time interface and inherent dramatic structure — the leap, the fall, the impact — a three act tragedy, are not present in lethal injection, shooting yourself or in overdosing on drugs, for example. Pull the trigger and you receive the shot — there is no gap between the act and its result, while with lethal injection or overdose there is an unknown time interval. In the Euthanasia Coaster the ritualistic drama is exaggerated even more: there is a lift up the tower, the drop, the serpentine fall, the vertiginous and euphoric entry to a series of the loops, and, eventually the fatal ride within the loop. Moreover, another unique thing is that this dramatic spectacle is open to the public, be it the relatives of the rider or the victims of the sentenced to capital punishment, revealing the full drama of their demise. Given all that, the coaster incorporates the private and public aesthetics of a humane and meaningful death: for the faller it is a painless, whole-body engaging and ritualised death machine, for the observers — a monumental mourning machine.

SO CLOSE TO THE END OF FRIDAY OMG OMG OMG

March 2, 2012

Someone find a way for me to see PEGGY AND FRED IN HELL!

Too Drunk To Post

February 29, 2012

I don’t like to write even one word when I’ve had one sip of alcohol, so I’ll hold off on my musings about guilt, religious and other, until tomorrow as I’ve had three Stella Artois(es?), and instead post this quickly-dating picture of Cory Kennedy looking like an absolute fuckwreck at Fashion Week in NYC.

Guess which one, if you don't already know?

I always knew that inside mess would make its way out, CK.

New Trends

February 24, 2012

Aside from “writing about people who live alone,” “kids wax existential about love” seems to be another big one.

I think the best is the last one. How does this kid know that sometimes wives look like trucks!?

Cheer Up, Charlie

February 16, 2012

So yesterday was weird –– got even weirder when I got home, made myself a whisky ginger ale, started munching on cold buttered popcorn, and realized I had written “Tay Sachs” on my hand as a reminder –– but today seems to have gotten a wee bit better, as I am off to Miami, my second home, just in time for something called KITE DAY!

Okay, so maybe it would be cooler in India, but I just don't have that kind of dough right now.

I am feeling incredibly twee right now posting this, as if I’m a New York magazine writer who keeps a blog about her hipster husband and their precious dinner parties, or a Mormon print press designer from San Francisco who blogs about DIY confetti.  Deep sigh… that bitchy aside made me feel a LOT better.

Is Whatever Wednesday Over Yet?

February 15, 2012

It could be worse, Alexander. You could be a suicidal Russian slut.

Shit got weird today, and I all of sudden was washed over with a wave of DOOM, as if something really terrible was going to happen or had happened and I just hadn’t found out about it yet.  I’m counting down the moments until I can go home and hide underneath my blanket with a wee flashlight and Anna Karenina.  Don’t bother me –– I’m indulging in some at-least-I’m-not-_____ (basically, insert ANY CHARACTER from Russian literature here.)

Charts

February 15, 2012

I discovered illustrator Wendy MacNaughton (wendymacnaughton.com) in the latest issue of PEN America.

Ain't that the truth.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

February 14, 2012

If you really love me, you’ll know not to buy me these pants.

I am ashamed of whomever designed these.