Alphabetarion # Reside | Milorad Pavic, 1929-2009

Hubert Schmalix (Austrian, b. 1952), Cypress Park, Night, 2012

“Houses are like books: so many of them around you, 
yet you only look at a few and visit or reside in fewer still.”

 Milorad Pavic, 1929-2009

Book//mark - A Girl I Knew | J.D. Salinger, 1948

  J.D. Salinger, A Girl I Knew, 1948 ( Good Housekeeping Magazine)

"A few weeks later, in July of 1936, I sailed for Europe. My passport photograph, it might be worth
 mentioning, looked exactly like me. At eighteen I was six feet two, weighed 119 pounds with my
 clothes on, and was a chain smoker. I think that if Goethe's Werther and all his sorrows had been 
placed on the promenade deck of the S.S. Rex beside me and all my sorrows, he would have 
looked by comparison, like a rather low comedian."

“Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well 
or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. 
She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.”

"She was sixteen, and beautiful in an immediate yet perfectly slow way. She had very dark hair that
 fell away from the most exquisite pair of ears I have ever seen. She had immense eyes that always
 seemed in danger of capsizing in their own innocence. Her hands were very pale brown, with slender,
 actionless fingers. When she sat down, she did the only sensible thing with her beautiful hands there
 was to be done: she placed them on her lap and left them there. In brief, she was probably the first 
appreciable thing of beauty I had seen that struck me as wholly legitimate.

For about four months I saw her two or three evenings a week, for an hour or so at a time.
 But never outside the apartment house in which we lived. We never went dancing; we never 
went to a concert; we never even went for a walk." 

“Maybe I just worried too much about things. Maybe I consistently hesitated to risk letting the
 thing we had together deteriorate into a romance. I don’t know any more. I used to know, but 
I lost the knowledge a long time ago. A man can’t go along indefinitely carrying around in 
his pocket a key that doesn’t fit anything.”

"I had a phonograph and two American phonograph records in my room. The two American records 
were a gift from my landlady - one of those rare, drop-it-and-run gifts that leave the recipient dizzy
 with gratitude. On one of the records Dorothy Lamour sang Moonlight and Shadows, and on the 
other Connie Boswell sang Where Are You? Both girls got pretty scratched up, hanging around 
my room, as they had to go to work whenever I heard my landlady's step outside my door."

Dorothy Lamour, Moonlight and Shadows, 1937              Connie Boswell, Where Are You?, 1940

“The apartment below mine had the only balcony of the house. I saw a girl standing on it, 
completely submerged in the pool of autumn twilight. She wasn't doing a thing that I could
 see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”

"Leah's knock on my door was always poetry - high, beautifully wavering, absolutely perpendicular
 poetry. Her knock started out speaking of her own innocence and beauty, and accidentally ended 
speaking of the innocence and beauty of all very young girls. I was always half-eaten away by the 
respect and happiness when I opened the door for Leah."

A short story by J.D. Salinger, originally published February 1948
 in Good Housekeeping Magazine.
The story was originally titled "Wien, Wien". Salinger was deeply resentful
 the title was changed by the editors of the magazine.


Interior | Dorothy Parker, 1893 – 1967

Sally Nixon

Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.

There all the things are waxen neat
And set in decorous lines;
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.

Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.

 Dorothy Parker, Interior, 1893-1967

Penguin Crime Series | Green Period / Cover designs by Romek Marber, 1960s

Penguin Crime Series | Green Period / Cover designs by Romek Marber, 1960s 
Penguin Crime Series | Green Period / Cover designs by Romek Marber, 1960s 
Penguin Crime Series | Green Period / Cover designs by Romek Marber, 1960s 
Penguin Crime Series | Green Period / Cover designs by Romek Marber, 1960s 
Penguin Crime Series | Green Period / Cover designs by Romek Marber, 1960s 
Penguin Crime Series | Green Period / Cover designs by Romek Marber, 1960s 

Romek Marber (1925 – 2020) was a Polish-born British graphic designer and 
academic noted for his work illustrating the covers of Penguin Books.
In 2010 Marber published an autobiography of his experiences during 
World War Two: No Return: Journeys in the Holocaust.


Alphabetarion # A pebble | Nâzım Hikmet, 1902-63

Handmade Slingshot

"At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot 
and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder."

Nâzım Hikmet,  1902-63

Book//mark - Into the Wild | Jon Krakauer, 1996

 Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild, 1996                                                                     Jon Krakauer

“Happiness [is] only real when shared” 

“Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly
 into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.” 

“It's not always necessary to be strong, but to feel strong.” 

“It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things
 that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded 
with beauty...”

“I now walk into the wild.”

“Mr. Franz, I think careers are a 20th century invention and I don't want one.”

“I don’t want to know what time it is. I don’t want to know what day it is 
or where I am. None of that matters.”

“To explore the inner country of his own soul.”

“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously 
never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy
 circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are 
conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to
 give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit 
within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion 
for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there
 is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and 
different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous
 security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once
 you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.”

“I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, 
than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. ”

“It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share 
the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough
 that I am surrounded with beauty...”

“What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?”

“That's what was great about him. He tried. Not many do.”

“We like companionship, see, but we can't stand to be around people for very long. 
So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.”

“The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences.”

“It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve,
 to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it.”

“According to the moral absolutism that characterizes McCandless's beliefs, a challenge 
in which a successful outcome is assured isn't a challenge at all.”

“On July 2, McCandless finished reading Tolstoy's "Family Happiness", having marked several passages that moved him:
"He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others...

I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. 
A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it
 is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which
 one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books , music, love for one's neighbor - 
such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children,
 perhaps - what more can the heart of a man desire?" ...”

 Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild, 1996


Amsterdam | Photos by Leonard Freed / Marc Riboud / Ilse Bing / Bevan Davies / Emmy Andriesse / Henk Jonker / Wolfgang Suschitzky / Richard Kalvar (1910s -1966)

Leonard Freed, Amsterdam, 1964
Leonard Freed, Amsterdam, 1964                                                                         Leonard Freed, Amsterdam, 1964
Marc Riboud, Amsterdam, 1960
Henk Jonker, Street organ with dancing children, Amsterdam, 1950s
Bevan Davies, Amsterdam, Holland, 1965                              Emmy Andriesse, Amsterdam, Winter, 1944/46
Bevan Davies, Amsterdam, Holland, 1965
Richard Kalvar, Amsterdam, 1966                                      Wolfgang Suschitzky, Amsterdam, 1934
Amsterdam, 1940
 Bernard Eilers, Amsterdam (Raadhuisstraat), 1910s
Ilse Bing, Lamps for Sale, Amsterdam, 1931
Ilse Bing, Barrels Near Port, Amsterdam, 1931
Ilse Bing, Veere (Amsterdam) Harbor, 1931

Alphabetarion #Arrange | John Williams, 1965

Anni Albers (1899–1994), Design for Smyrna Rug, 1925

"As he worked on the room, and as it began slowly to take shape, he realized that for many 
years, unknown to himself, he had had an image locked somewhere within him like a shamed 
secret, an image that was ostensibly of a place but which was actually of himself. So it was 
himself that he was attempting to define as he worked on his study. As he sanded the old boards
 for his bookcases, and he saw the surface roughness disappear, the gray weathering flake away 
to the essential wood and finally to a rich purity of grain and texture–as he repaired his furniture
 and arranged it in the room, it was himself that he was slowly shaping, it was himself that he 
was putting into a kind of order, it was himself that he was making possible."

John Williams, Stoner, 1965

Writers On Their Hometowns ( Paper Cut Maps) | BoWo Studio, 2016-2017

Human Cartography: Fernando Pessoa / Lisbon (2016)                                    Human Cartography: Franz Kafka / Prague (2016)
Human Cartography: Edgar Allan Poe / Boston (2016)                      Human Cartography: Fyodor Dostoevsky / St. Petersburg / Russia (2016)
Human Cartography: Machado de Assis / Rio de Janeiro (2016)               Human Cartography: Arthur Schnitzler / Vienna / Paper Cut Map (2016)
Human Cartography: James Joyce / Dublin (2016)                 Human Cartography: Arthur Rimbaud / Paris (2016)
Human Cartography: August Strindberg / Stockholm (2016)          Human Cartography: Søren Kierkegaard / Copenhagen (2016)     
Human Cartography: Sadegh Hedayat / Tehran (2017)                Human Cartography: Yukio Mishima / Tokyo (2016)
Human Cartography: Virginia Woolf / London (2016)                     Human Cartography: Herman Melville / New York (2016)
Human Cartography: Napoleon Lapathiotis / Athens / Paper Cut Map (2017)

collage / cut out / Illustration 


Stereosc2pe + | Pink and Green Mountains | Georgia O'Keeffe, 1917

Georgia O'Keeffe, Pink and Green Mountains I, 1917
Georgia O'Keeffe, Pink and Green Mountains II, 1917

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