Wolfgang Tillmans, Freischwimmer 40
I am a little world made (cunningly) of elements
--John Donne (and me)
lately: poesia (preferibilmente scritta sul corpo.) fare l'italiana. profumo. il mare macchiato di vino. lanky spaniards. said lanky spaniard's silly cocktails. amore scuro e amare come le sue sigarette e caffè. chat noir. volpe selvaggia. my ipanema dress. Giambattista valli's frilly dresses. Balthus' therese series.
Chance and his friend Fortune in a dusky bar.
“It is at this place in life, in beholding the beautiful itself, my dear Socrates,†the Mantinean stranger said, “that it is worth living, if—for a human being—it is [worth living] at any place."
--211d, the SymposiumNowadays it often seems writing is nothing at all.
Sometimes I realize that if writing isn't, all things, all contraries confounded, a quest for v a n i t y and v o i d, it's nothing. That if it's not, each time, all things confounded into one inexpressible essence, then writing is nothing but advertisement.--Marguerite Duras.
du jour:
the ghosts you draw on my back.
bikkurim.
Triumph of a heart.
Flamenco.
funhouse.
This must be the place.
she's your cocaine.
Dream lover.
body and soul (coltrane).
there is a light that never goes out.
l'amour looks something like you.
Buckets of Rain.
Staralfur.
les amants du pont neuf. the three colors. andrei rubliev. the bitter tears of petra van kant. blue velvet. hable con ella. satantango. in the mood for love. last tango in paris. cries and whispers.
La richerche du temps perdue (for easing toothaches),Broumas' landscape without touch, photos of wojnarowicz, newton and kertesz, Adorno (like a very addictive drug), the turn of the screw,mrs. dalloway, pale fire (for soothing fevers and headaches), Donne's lecture upon st. lucies day being the shortest day of the year, a season in hell, Balzac's 'Le Grande Breteche', Maupassant's 'The Model', plath's tulips, Tarchetti's la lettera U, Dante's Purgatorio, Bret Easton Ellis's American Psycho and Less then Zero, Dostoevksy's Notes from the underground, Chekov's 'The Student', Mishima's The swaddling Clothes and confessions of a Mask, Gombrowicz's Pornografia (when i'm in the mood), Kafka's "children on a country road", Bataille's Story of the eye.
Ernest Hemingway. Les Fauves. Giambattista Valli. Peggy Guggenheim. Virginia Woolf, Vladimir Nabokov. Lapo Elkann.
Paul Poiret. My mum, my dad, my grandad.