this video is not new… but i sure enjoyed watching it [...5 times] tonight.
Opal Whitely was an American diarist and nature writer from the turn of the century. She began writing her diaries at the young age of seven. A friend just passed along The Singing Creek Where the Willows Grow and I haven’t been able to peel away from it all weekend. Pick up your copy over at abe books.
Speaking of young prodigies- Hilda Conkling (age 10) writes-
“I shall be coming back to you
From seas, rivers, sunny meadows,
glens that hold secrets:
I shall come back with my hands full
Of light and flowers…
I shall bring back things I have picked up,
Traveling this road or the other,
Things found by the sea or in the pinewood.
There will be a pine-cone in my pocket,
Grains of pink sand between my fingers.
I shall tell you of a golden pheasant’s
feather…
Will you know me?” – 1922
I usually avoid fashion week at all costs however if I were in town I would have attempted to sneak into Solve Sundsbo’s installation. Two 53 ft tall screens were placed in a room featuring Lara Stone in bits and pieces with various styling effects. Rumor has it that the installation will be available in an app version over at itunes.
really loving this wacky look book video. quentin jones is crazy talented- more of her illustrations, animations, and installations here.
The Chinati Foundation is a contemporary art museum located in Marfa, Texas and started by Donald Judd. Old army barracks and artillery sheds house different installations by artists Dan Flavin, John Chamberlain, John Wesley, Carl Andre, Claes Oldenburg, and Ilya Kabakov amongst a few others. It’s worth taking the full day tour to fully emerse yourself in the chinati way.
Judd says it best- ”It takes a great deal of time and thought to install work carefully. This should not always be thrown away. Most art is fragile and some should be placed and never moved again. Somewhere a portion of contemporary art has to exist as an example of what the art and its context were meant to be. Somewhere, just as the platinum iridium meter guarantees the tape measure, a strict measure must exist for the art of this time and place.”
Long live Donald Judd!













