It’s technically #thursday… And this is a real #polaroid. #nj #nofilter #oldfriends #summer #tbt
2:07 am • 25 April 2013
Wings & Bones #datenight (at The Field Museum)
10:34 pm • 19 April 2013
Edge painting tests that will soon become notepads. #work
8:33 pm • 18 April 2013
“The blunt, pathetic reality today is that a little old lady has died, who in the winter of her life had to water roses alone under police supervision. If you behave like there’s no such thing as society, in the end there isn’t. Her death must be sad for the handful of people she was nice to and the rich people who got richer under her stewardship. It isn’t sad for anyone else. There are pangs of nostalgia, yes, because for me she’s all tied up with Hi-De-Hi and Speak and Spell and Blockbusters and “follow the bear”. What is more troubling is my inability to ascertain where my own selfishness ends and her neo-liberal inculcation begins. All of us that grew up under Thatcher were taught that it is good to be selfish, that other people’s pain is not your problem, that pain is in fact a weakness and suffering is deserved and shameful. Perhaps there is resentment because the clemency and respect that are being mawkishly displayed now by some and haughtily demanded of the rest of us at the impending, solemn ceremonial funeral, are values that her government and policies sought to annihilate.”
Russell Brand on Margaret Thatcher (via nedhepburn)
12:19 am • 13 April 2013 • 227 notes
“I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…”
— Hunter S. Thompson (via nedhepburn)
2:08 am • 4 April 2013 • 189 notes
This is awesome and I can’t imagine who it was intended for… Thanks mom.
10:56 pm • 29 March 2013
French Tool etching press 36” x 64”, one of the first presses made by Andre Beaudoin.
It breaks my heart.
2:19 am • 26 March 2013 • 68 notes