Hedwiggy With It

Whatever catches my fancy.

[theartistsmanifesto]

Apartment View by Wayne Thiebaud (ca. 1993).

[bauhaus-movement]

Bauhaus students on a balcony of the Atelier building Dessau.

[hedwiggywithit]

“Why do we view the boundaries people create for themselves as challenges? Why do we see someone setting a limit and then try to push? Once, I was at a restaurant with a large group of people and the waitress kept touching me. It was really fucking annoying because I don't want to be touched like that unless we are in a sexual relationship. Every time she passed by, she would rub my shoulders or run her hand down my arm and I kept getting more and more irritated but I said nothing. I never do. Do my boundaries exist if I don't voice them? Can people not see my body, the mass of it, as one very big boundary? Do they not know how much effort went into this.

Because I am not a touchy-feely person, I always feel this light shock, this surprise, really, when my skin comes into contact with another person's skin. Sometimes that shock is pleasant, like Oh, here is my body in the world. Sometimes, it is not. I never know which it will be.”

- Roxane Gay, “Hunger: A Memoir of my Body”

[hedwiggywithit]

https://audacity.substack.com/p/mad

MAD

by Aubrey Hirsch

[ohzephyr]

Wayne Thiebaud, 24th Street Intersection, 1977 i am so fond of this whole series of San Francisco city scapes. especially this one. they make my eyes want to jump up and down and my heart goes “aaahhhh.”

[design-is-fine]

Girls in The Windows. Ormond Gigli, 1960.

“While a construction crew dismantled a row of brownstones right across from my own brownstone studio on East 58th Street, I was inspired to, somehow immortalize those buildings. I had the vision of 43 women in formal dress adorning the windows of the skeletal facade. We had to work quickly to secure City permissions, arrange for models which included celebrities, the demolition supervisior’s wife (third floor, third from left), my own wife (second floor, far right), and also secure the Rolls Royce to be parked on the sidewalk. The day before the buildings were razed, the 43 women appeared in their finest attire, went into the buildings, climbed the old stairs, and took their places in the windows. I was set up on my fire escape across the street, directing the scene, with bullhorn in hand. The photography came off as planned. What had seemed to some as too dangerous or difficult to accomplish, became my fantasy fulfilled, and my most memorable self - assigned photograph. It has been an international award winner ever since.”

[finestrasulcortile]

Portrait of Barbra Streisand with Elliot Gould, 1963

[design-is-fine]

Walter Marti, Typographie, 1957. Luzern, Switzerland. Have a look at the wonderful complete book here: Peter Gabor © Design&Typo

Typography is the art of correct interpretation of a script, its clear and attractive presentation and narration by means of the cast letter with the purpose that a thought is easy to read.

[lunchboxpoems]

SLOW WORSHIP

True love is an agreement to turn out the lights, stoke the fire, sink down in the couch— arms and legs entwined like kudzu and chicken wire— and enjoy watching your youth fall apart like the red brick retaining wall of an abandoned church.

JUSTIN BRILEY

[notyourdaddy]

Gideon Mendel’s The Ward

Memories from the heart of the Aids crisis shows true love in a time of terrible tragedy.

These heartbreaking and incredibly moving images show the affection and love shown during the height of the Aids crisis. Photographer Gideon Mendel’s project The Ward began in 1993 when he spent a number of weeks on the Charles Bell wards in London’s Middlesex Hospital. All the patients on the ward were dying with the knowledge that there was no cure for the disease. During this time antiretroviral medications were not available and patients on the ward faced the prospect of an early death.

[design-is-fine]

RIP Ed Benguiat

[theoryoflostthings]

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”

— Gwendolyn Brooks, To the Young Who Want to Die

[design-is-fine]

Frohe Weihnachten! Christmas Ornaments trade catalog, 1952. Germany.  Showing the re-emergence of German ornament production after WWII. Via @cmog  Corning Museum of Glass. Thx to Present & Correct

[litcrarum]

Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

[huariqueje]

Study for Wigmore   -   Hope Gangloff

American,b.1974-

Acrylic on panel, 30 x 40 Inches.

[citrus-boy]

Richard Brautigan, Deer Tracks

[design-is-fine]

Pages from a trade catalog, Christbaumschmuck / Christmas Tree Ornaments, 1936. Erwin Geyer, Lauscha, Germany. Illustrating ornaments, as well as other decorative items for Christmas. Via @cmog  Corning Museum of Glass. Thx to Present & Correct