In so many words but probably still not enough of them.... Where? Right beside you on the floor. French comedies, English tragedies, American indie meaningful intermediaries, blue gloves. Less Modernism, more Post-Modernism, ambiguous concerning Neo-Futurism, Nu Raving and Fabric softener currently on a par. Cheap wine and heat, Hazy Shades of Winter, Rough Summers. Books, Magazines, Mooks, Zines, Baking not Gardening. Junior Gainsbourg clad-military jackets, Dylan coats, Claude Maus...certainly not Law. The 12" square canvas when it comes in new waves. Wes Anderson, Hitchcock, synth-rock, from Kraftwerk to Homework. Jean-Paul's spray, Zdarlight's rays, antique brooches, moving in stereo and sleeping in the past. Want to play with The Word all over the world, scared of O Space careering with the herd. But we'll see. After all no one ever injured his eyesight by looking on the bright side of things. Or so my tasteless fortune cookie told me after three double espressos last night.
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it.
-e.e. cummings
currently reading this week: Alain de Botton 'How Proust Can Change Your Life', Naomi Klein 'No Logo'.