double trouble

from my marbled mind

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<3

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Been really feeling Anohni’s bleak album “Hopelessness” this month. 💔

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Vibrant matchbox designs for La Fonda del Sol restaurant in New York, by Alexander Girard circa 1960.

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My friend Christa Palazzolo is a Texan artist-goddess. More of this please!

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never forget

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Been a few years since I posted, but also a few years since this was painted: Emile Friant finished “Les Canotiers de la Meurthe,” or “The Muerthe Boating Party” in 1888. Something about the bodies and expressions are so contemporary—could be a scene from someone’s brunch in San Francisco in 2016. <3

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Dreaming of vintage colored vinyl records. <3

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January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: the woman she saw peering anxiously by the light of a match at the names in a dark doorway, the man who scribbled a message and handed it to his friend before they parted on the sidewalk, the man who ran a block for a bus and caught it. Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like a jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.

“The Price of Salt” by Patricia Highsmith, 1952

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It's been awhile, but I'm loving these stunning illustrations for the book “Animal Mechanism: A Treatise on Terrestrial and Aerial Locomotion,” from 1874. (Via the Biodiversity Heritage Library)

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FKA Twigs is one haunting badass Egyptian video game queen.

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Loving my new Aquarian Tarot deck designed by David Palladini in 1970; just need someone to teach me how to read cards now. His illustrations combine an Art Deco / Nouveau sensibility with an ethereal 60s wild-child vibe that's both soothing and spooky.

 Now I want his double zodiac poster realllllllll bad.

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Whoa, this 1979 Cher track is KLASSIK!

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Haydiroket's GIFs are the perfect homage to our recent internet past, a lo-fi, nostalgic beauty found in the first wave of web design.

(Much like the poignant video for Petula Clark's song Cut Copy Me.)

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I'm a bit late to the Hozier fan club, but this song (and the video) make me weak in the knees. So dark, so lovely.

'We were born sick,' you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes

She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

The only heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it...

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This collection of photographs featuring folks in the 1960s-era Kansas City drag scene is incredible, not only because it documents a herstory too often hidden from us, but also because the slides were found by different people in two separate trash piles. If silence = death, then color slides must = happiness.

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THINGS I'VE LOST

* those grey Nikes that Chris liked

* several umbrellas

* three bicycle lights

* my Buffalo gift card

* so many gloves

* my only pair of Ray Bans

* the black arrow bag that Jess made

* a few good friends

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I heard this song play three times in three different places last week. What does it mean?