I would never wear a shirt like this but the sentiment is good. The last few days I have been trying to write a rant-y essay. If anyone would care to pay for a subscription to the academic journal entitled, Gender, Place and Culture I would not object. Basically I just need to have access to UNC’s library again.
Would not mind listening to some really loud angry girl music while wearing some coveralls I spotted (will find them and post something about them soon) in my warehouse (like Flashdance but edgier)
Took this in St.Paul-de-Vence. A cool project. I think it would be very cool to make mailboxes. Since I love letters and letter writing I could make mailboxes. Kind of an hommage to the disappearing art.
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling. Ecstacy, even, I felt, with flashes of sudden remembrance, and feeling sweaty and drowsy I felt like sleeping and dreaming in the grass.”
“What works good is better than what looks good,because what works good lasts.”
- Ray Eames
Spent a couple of hours reading Femmes Designers in the library today. Makes me want to make chairs and tables and things. Have an amazing workshop. Listen to loud music all night, drinking coffee, old movies playing in the background.