#joseph gardner

[64-jungle-planks]

Wip!!

I need him gone.. SLAB HIM!!

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Helsham House, a 1970s modernist residence in Sydney redesigned by Phoebe Nicol, styled by Joseph Gardner and photographed by Dave Wheeler via estliving.com⁠

[lstnrr]

In the new Vogue Living styled by @joseph_gardner

[missfresherthanyou-blog]

[gentlemanoutsider]

It’s good at first to be out in the night, naked to the cold mechanics of the starts. Space hurls outward, falconswift, mounting like an irreversible injustice, a final disease. I understood that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, or what I push against, blindly – as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe, blink by blink. …this one frail, foolish flicker-flash in the long dull fall of eternity.

Joseph Gardner, Grendel

[elizabethsmart]

Photography by Elizabeth De La Piedra

Styling by Joseph Gardner

[guessmyperversion]

“It’s good at first to be out in the night, naked to the cold mechanics of the starts. Space hurls outward, falconswift, mounting like an irreversible injustice, a final disease. I understood that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, or what I push against, blindly – as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe, blink by blink. …this one frail, foolish flicker-flash in the long dull fall of eternity. I too am learning, ordeal by ordeal, my indignity. It’s all I have, my only weapon for smashing through these stiff coffin-walls of the world. So I dance in the moonlight, make foul jokes, or labor to shake the foundations of night with my heaped-up howls of rage. Something is bound to come of all this. I cannot believe such monstrous energy of grief can lead to nothing!”

Joseph Gardner, Grendel

[heteroglossia]

It’s good at first to be out in the night, naked to the cold mechanics of the starts. Space hurls outward, falconswift, mounting like an irreversible injustice, a final disease. I understood that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, or what I push against, blindly – as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe, blink by blink. …this one frail, foolish flicker-flash in the long dull fall of eternity. I too am learning, ordeal by ordeal, my indignity. It’s all I have, my only weapon for smashing through these stiff coffin-walls of the world. So I dance in the moonlight, make foul jokes, or labor to shake the foundations of night with my heaped-up howls of rage. Something is bound to come of all this. I cannot believe such monstrous energy of grief can lead to nothing!

Joseph Gardner, Grendel