grown up street kid. taking things apart - sometimes even getting them put back together, bare metal, old factories, abandoned buildings & subways, cranes, old military helmets, tools, prosthetic limbs, music, photography, writing when i am troubled or excited, taxidermy, designing stuff, taking baths while having conversations with myself that i should be having with other people (bath time is my psychotherapy), anything pre-mid century, things that are well made & have amazing craftsmanship, a good pair of worn in wellies, dams, bridges & the underbellies of my favorite cities, crosby street early in the morning, living in the private reverie of my own little underworld, handpainted chinoiserie wallpaper by de gournay, sinners with good manners, parquet floors & very large windows.
life is too short to spend it breaking in new people.
tom waits, run dmc, hank williams sr., johnny thunders, elliot smith, the ramones, opera & classical are musts, judy garland, a bunch of old french & cuban stuff, jesse malin, david bowie, devo, whatever... i have 1000's of cd's on my computer. i don't even know what i listen to. a whole lotta shite i would imagine. if i died listening to miles davis- it wouldn't be a bad thing.
old war movies & anything with cary grant.
makes me pensive but i wish the muppets were still on.
art, history, design, biography, science, architecture, gardening, cooking, literature... basically everything.
nobody deserves that kind of pressure.