A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.

What one can be, one must be.

Portraits of the London Punk Movement of the 1970s and ’80s

Have been on a bit of a fashion kick lately!

Another group of people who can appreciate the performative aspects of dress and the idea of putting on your war paint….

A pedestal is as much a prison as any small space.
Tokyo’s Incredible Street Fashion

Ever since being given a copy of the book Fruits, I have been in love with Japanese street fashion.

I think it plays into my love of costume, performance art and having the balls to do what makes you happy and screw anyone who doesn’t like it.

This more recent look at Tokyo street fashion by Thomas Card is quite lovely, although I think his homage to Avedon is a bit thin, and I quite like seeing street fashion in the context of “the street”…. but the photos definitely capture the detail and personality behind the subculture.

There is a woman in this photo essay wearing a New Kids on the Block t-shirt I used to own as a dress….

"But… that’s the part I wanted…."

This is what you get when you tell me to “just cut what you want”…..

"But… that’s the part I wanted…."

This is what you get when you tell me to “just cut what you want”…..

Toothpaste For Dinner: Men and Women Online

Oh so sadly true

Toothpaste For Dinner: Men and Women Online

Oh so sadly true

Persian New Year's Table Celebrates Nature's Rebirth Deliciously

Ever since having a Persian family visit our lab a few years ago, I’ve loved thinking about the first day of spring as the New Year.

These tables / altars are beautiful and make me feel hopeful (mostly that there is an end to the cold and long winter) for good things to come.

Happy Spring and Happy Nowruz!


Little Kitties and Puppies posing as Humans and photographed by Harry Whittier Frees (1879-1953)

I remember having a book as a kid that was a story about a bunch of cats throwing a birthday party, but they were all dressed up like this (except it was the early 80s so thy were all wearing gingham and madras an such) and it was one of my favorite books because I loved cats but it was totally off putting and felt wrong, even to little 5-year-old me.

Damn, I wish I still had that book.

We are not meant, in most cases, to lead separated lives…

We require, natural solitaries or not, the opportunity at times to take a companionable stroll through the deserts of our lives with others who walk the same path, in the hope that they can see the terrain for us with fresh eyes.

We need to reflect with others on the questions that plague us. We seek to discern with others who may be more wise than ourselves. We crave to know the opinions of those less involved than ourselves in the issues that face us, for fear our very proximity to them blinds us as much as it commits us…

Where we come from is a large part of who we are. It is the root of our identity, the place of our growing. It cannot simply be put down because it is not outside of us; it is inside of us — and always will be. Wrestling with the roots of us is part of human spiritual growth

In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes.