it's pronounced "melodic"

[llo-ro-na]

Chris

[silverscents]

Martin Margiela, i-D April 1998

[christopherbarnard]

[womanhouse]

Smithereens, 1982, (dir. Susan Seidelman)

[pleatedjeans]

[nonstopultimate]

Flip-phone. Fur Coat. Hot Dog. Carrie Bradshaw. 1998.

[fariharoisin]

don’t drop that hot dog girl

[lelaid]

Carla Bruni at Prada S/S 1992

[reallifemagazine]

Basic Instinct, 1992

[weirdfishes]

[vaspour]

[theparisreview]

“My editor and my agent kept urging me to write more about myself and love. But I’ve always known that, for me, love is not really to the point. I’ve never seen how love made people better, stronger, more real to themselves. On the other hand, if I had to live without work, life would be intolerable.”

—Vivian Gornick

[secretlesbians]

Female Affection in the Work of Auguste Toulmouche

Part 2: The Reluctant Bride, 1866.

[theindivisual]

Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.

Susan Sontag (via spenserstevens)

[5oil]

[sashimisashimii]

[durgapolashi]

I am reminded of Anne Carson’s Nox, which, too, invented a new form. It’s a book-in-a-box, an accordion-folded epitaph to her brother who died. Told through the lens of her translation of Catullus’s Poem 101, Carson writes about loss. It’s beautiful. Like Lahiri’s In Other Words, Nox explores limitation through autobiography, how the unbearable and the indefinable are sometimes the same. Both books exist as, in a manner of speaking, resuscitations. “Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light,” writes Carson. “Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark.” As Lahiri notes, “What does a word mean? And a life? In the end, it seems to me, the same thing. Just as a word can have many dimensions, many nuances, great complexity, so, too, can a person, a life. Language is the mirror, the principal metaphor. Because ultimately the meaning of a word, like that of a person, is boundless, ineffable.”

I reviewed Jhumpa Lahiri’s non-fiction debut for The Globe and Mail  (via durgapolashi)

[foxmelder]