View from the front of the space looking towards the back.
Here’s some renderings of our soon to open space in Savannah, Georgia. The store is minimally constructed with mixed raw wood and glossy white fixtures. The only colors are from 60s Yves Saint Laurent, beauty and home product packaging and the assortment of books scattered along the front table.
Looking at the checkout desk and the whitewood bench placed in front of the media wall and hanging coats.
Always repeating the mantra, If you believe in something hard enough it will happen… and continuing to take this notion to the furthest reaching levels of actually speaking as if it’s already happening, here’s some of the most dreamy homes and interiors that I would like to more than imagine for myself. These are the places that help you imagine, a place to rest in before you make it to the one you’re meant to live in. It’s nice to live in the photographs, even for a moment.
The image above far surpasses any vision I could have ever come up with for my future-life. Coming across the image allowed my mind to expand to some even deeper reaches of possibility.
I watched Toy Story 3 this afternoon and the melancholy moments that the film projects throughout got me thinking about growing up. I saw the first Toy Story when I was 10. It’s been a while and so much has changed since seeing the film. Such an impressionable age. It was a time right before everything happened, essentially the beginning of the end in many ways. In the film, the toys are ultimately battling against their owner Andy’s growing up. He’s now 17 and going to college. He’s faced with leaving behind what he’s used to, his familiarities and old friends, to transition into his new life as an 18 year old college student. I think that like our ancient ancestors had to migrate for their hunting and gathering, we have to migrate for education and jobs, leaving behind people and bits and pieces of our lives along the way. Nowadays we have pictures to remember, movies to reflect on our own lives during that time and can even give them a call when we’re bored. I wonder what we used to do to remember?
More teen angst memories from when I ultimately put my old toys away in the attic and moved on.
Whilst wondering through the Fort Greene flea market the other weekend, I happened across this issue of Interview Magazine from the 70′s. As old as the publication may be, the images appear just as important now.
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Jean Cocteau’s 1959 Film, ‘Testament of Orpheus’ is celebrated for many reasons, but did anybody stop to acknowledge quite how great the end title is? The sequence opens to a shot of an expectant knife, in slow motion a balloon falls onto the blade, popping open, and releasing its smoke bomb, slowly fading into Cocteau’s hand-written ‘fin’.
I picked up these little gems at a bookshop on Melrose this afternoon. The Cocktail Party, a play by T.S. Eliot from 1950 was praised by the New York Post back then, “The Cocktail Party is an authentic modern masterpiece, one of the two or three finest plays of the post-war English speaking stage. It is not only beautifully written but extraordinarily effective dramatically. This is the stage as its illustrious best,” reads the cover flap. The cover is beautifully, and simply designed and the play itself takes place in a London drawing room throughout, with the exception of Act two.
The other book entitled, Four Days, documents the days before and after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. The photographic essay includes commentary and documentation including telegrams and eyewitness testimonies. A steal at $1.
The last in the Teen Angst Journals series. This one started my senior year and took me into college. There’s a lot more of my own photography, 0 pyrotechnics and it smells less like spray paint and more like emulsion. That year I took three consecutive quarters of photography so it was nice to keep a journal. Nowadays my journals are much more subdued with little or no photography. Mostly scrawl and sketches. Something just happens after college. Entitled, That was then, This is now, the cover features a friend of mine from High School at the basketball courts.
This book was made from a Maxim magazine. It’s been burned and torn, painting and peeled. There’s a lot going on from spread to spread, lots of interesting smells and mediums. I guess you could say this was my first “traveling exhibition” as people in gym class would pass it around and look through its horrifying pages. I can only imagine what they were thinking…
1972. Advertising was great, advertising had its clever wit, its beautiful typography and over-saturated colors with an enchanted lifestyle of sport and beauty. 2010. Turns out, it also had misinformation. Tobacco advertising is hard to find these days, unless its those The Truth ads, that are most likely paid for by Philip Morris. “Big Tobacco” has been a major target for all things bad over the past twenty years and yet still, it’s not the number one killer. I wonder if 20 years from now, we’ll still be watching advertisements for new triple-pounder cheeseburgers exclaiming, “I’m Lovin’ It” or watching the beautiful footage of a car driving across a vacant stretch of sun drenched desert. Each of those industries cause quite a few deaths, but there’s more money to be made in diet products and all things related to car crashes.
Here are some tobacco campaigns from Life Magazine, all of which come from the same December, 1972 issue. Warning: The Surgeon General Has Determined That Cigarette Smoking is Dangerous to Your Health.
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