Winter Coats & Dresses | Designed by Pierre Cardin, 1957-1962

Simone D'Aillencourt, coat by Pierre Cardin 1958 / photo by Georges Dambier
Pierre Cardin, 1959                                                                               Pierre Cardin, 1957
Pierre Cardin, 1959
Pierre Cardin, 1960                                                                               Pierre Cardin, 1960s
White wool coat by Pierre Cardin, photo by Georges Dambier, 1958
Pierre Cardin,1959                                                                       Pierre Cardin, 1958
Pierre Cardin, 1960                                                                                          Pierre Cardin, 1957
Pierre Cardin, 1960                                                                         Pierre Cardin, 1960s
Pierre Cardin, 1962                                                                                 Pierre Cardin, 1960
Pierre Cardin, 1958
Pierre Cardin with model at his salon, photo by Ian Berry, 1962


Love Song | William Carlos Williams, 1912–22

Emil Nolde (1867 - 1956), Green Landscape with Red Cloud


What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.

I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?


William Carlos Williams, Love Song
Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1912–22


I am | Clarice Lispector, 1973

Lin May Saeed

"A fantastical world surrounds me and is me. I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush
butterflies between my fingers. I’m a fruit eaten away by a worm. And I await the orgasmic
 apocalypse. A dissonant throng of insects surrounds me, light of an oil lamp that I am.
I then go too far in order to be. I’m in a trance. I penetrate the surrounding air."

Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life, 1973


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Book//mark - Infinite Jest | David Foster Wallace, 1996


Infinite Jest, 1996                                                David Foster Wallace



“It’s always the same sort of grim windy Northeast November day where if you were at home you’d be eating earth-tone soups in a warm kitchen, listening to the wind and glad of home and hearth.”

“He was unsure what the thing inside him was and was unprepared to commit himself to the course of action that would be required to explore the question.”

“He just sits there. I want to be like that. Able to just sit all quiet and pull life toward me, one forehead at a time. His name is supposedly Lyle.”

“That concentrating intently on anything is very hard work.”

“He looks mean in a kind of distant way.”

“There’s sun on the wall with the hanging viewer and poster of the paranoid king and an enormous hand-drawn Sierpinski gasket.”

“Right before he’d mailed her child an expensive toy and then had his phone number changed, he’d awakened from a night of horror-show” 

“Troeltsch’s so dumb he thinks a manila folder’s a Filipino contortionist.” 

“Sipping hazelnut espresso and watching, on the cartridge-viewing system that occupied half the bedroom's south wall.” 

“The only other room up there is Avril's personal study, with a big color Xerox of M. Hamilton as Oz’s West Witch on the door and custom fiber-wiring for a tri-modem TP console.” 

“A large head is all The Darkness knows.” 

“Talent is its own expectation,” 

“The big hair was red-gold and the skin peachy-tinged pale and arms freckled and zy-gomatics indescribable and her eyes an extra-natural HD green.” 

“The worstfeeling thing that happened today was at lunch when Michael Pemulis told Mario he had an idea for setting up a Dial-a-Prayer telephone service for atheists in which the atheist dials the number and the line just rings and rings and no one answers. It was a joke and a good one, and Mario got it; what was unpleasant was that Mario was the only one at the big table whose laugh was a happy laugh; everybody else sort of looked down like they were laughing at somebody with a disability. ”

“Good-Looking Men in Small Clever Rooms That Utilize Every Centimeter of Available Space With Mind-Boggling Efficiency.” 

“You can be shaped, or you can be broken.”

“What is unfair can be a stern but invaluable teacher.”

“Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlives you.” 

“I discovered the latent rage in followers, the fate of the leader who falls from the mob's esteem.” 

“Try to learn to let what is unfair teach you.” 

“My silent response to the expectant silence begins to affect the air of the room, the bits of dust and sportcoat-lint stirred around by the AC’s vents dancing jaggedly in the slanted plane of windowlight, the air over the table like the sparkling space just above a fresh-poured seltzer.”

“Boo, I think I no longer believe in monsters as faces in the floor or feral infants or vampires or whatever. I think at seventeen now I believe the only real monsters might be the type of liar where there’s simply no way to tell.” 

“And his dreams late that night, after the Braintree-Bob Death Commitment, seem to set him under a sort of sea, at terrific depths, the water all around him silent and dim and the same temperature he is.”

“We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?” 

“To try and forget, rasa the tabula, wipe the memory totally out, numb it with opiates.”

“The other nice thing about the Pump Room is the way it’s connected by tunnel to the prorectors’ rows of housing units, which means men’s rooms, which means Hal can crawl, hunch, and tiptoe into” 

“You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.” 

“They attain the goal, thus, and put as much equal passion into celebrating their attainment as they had put into pursuing the attainment. This is called here the Syndrome of the Endless Party. The celebrity, money, sexual behaviors, drugs and substances. The glitter. They become celebrities instead of players, and because they are celebrities only as long as they feed the culture-of-goal's hunger for the make-it, the winning, they are doomed, because you cannot both celebrate and suffer, and play is always suffering, just so.” 

“Then in such a case your temple is self and sentiment. Then in such an instance you are a fanatic of desire, a slave to your individual subjective narrow self's sentiments; a citizen of nothing. You become a citizen of nothing. You are by yourself and alone, kneeling to yourself.” 

The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.” 



David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest, 1996


D. F. Wallace hated Infinite Jest's original cover, he wanted a specific photograph 
of Fritz Lang directing the cast of Metropolis to be used as Infinite Jest's cover.


 Fritz Lang directing the cast of Metropolis, 1927



Alphabetarion # Ants | Bela Lugosi / Lafcadio Hearn / Henry David Thoreau

Kikuji Kawada, Anxiety of the ants, 1974


"People, chained by monotony, afraid to think,
clinging to certainties... they live like ants."

Bela Lugosi

"All good work is done the way ants do things:
Little by little."

Lafcadio Hearn

"It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants.
The question is: What are we busy about?"

Henry David Thoreau

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