white dresses in a circle

i can't find where i wrote down the name of this artist. it is from an expo that I saw on rue de fbg saint martin il y a quelques mois. It was all about fashion. or actually it was non-fashion. some of the other images might pop up later

the is from the mimmo jodice retrospective at the beginning of the summer. I think it says it was taken in 1980

Work in Progress

Proportions








His silhouette is killer



Seriously Amazing Sweaters

Researching Russia from the end of the 19th century through the 80s. Here are some of the treasures I found






where I was a week ago

the beach at Maubuisson. It was cold, and windy- the constant wind like when a fan is blowing right at you- only you can't put the wind on osculate.




he does not look like the type to gaze out at the ocean and ponder

Moving Images

Grizzly Bear Video Stills








je ne veux plus te voir

aude en découvrant les tresors

if you can't duct it

idea- the complete indifference towards inconspicuous repairs


Le Phare de Cordouan

The chapel on the second floor- inside the lighthouse



And outside- the place made me nostalgic for the days when I used to go diving for muscles on Little Black Island in Maine

When it comes naturally

After a visit to the Phare de Cordouan, the lighthouse at the intersection of the Atlantic ocean and the Gironde river, This couple was sitting across from me on the ferry. They were so chic I did not even care that I was staring. Got to take those mental notes. They embodied the place- the atlantic- on that grey day. I bet their clothes smelled like salt, and the fading and holes were from years of exploration, their habitual movements, and from getting on and off of their boat. From the cut of her jeans to his haircut- It was all so natural. That innate sense of style and the ability to dress in 20 year old clothes with holes and look like a million bucks. I wanted to badly to take a picture.
Then going through my camera later, I realized that this couple I had captured going down the gangway to the ferry that morning was the very same. Only here their warmer layers over their shoulders, before the chill that came a few hours later.



Even their bags were perfect.