I’m writing you all this from another world, a world of appearances. In a way the two worlds communicate with each other. Memory is to one what history is to the other: an impossibility.
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There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.
Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.
Whenever it rains you will think of her.
Neil Gaiman
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Today I met rock and roll photographer Anastasia Pantsios. Anastasia is best known for covering artists such as Bowie (she took the photo pictured above!), Joan Jett, Tina Turner, Janis Joplin, Patti Smith, Springsteen and so much more. Such a cool person to meet! She’s covered so much history. Anastasia is currently exhibiting at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Girls on Film: 40 Years of Women in Rock
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i just got home from saying good-bye to my sister, who leaves tomorrow and moves to New Zealand. of course, i want her happy and want her to get everything out of her time there, but it don’t change the fact that my big sis is leaving the country. that part of it, the leaving and not being with her, is just pretty crummy. i’m only thirteen minutes into wednesday and it already sucks.
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I’ve finally arrived back home from a long weekend stay in Chelsea. My excursion consisted of an arduous amount of art intake at VOLTA, The Armory, the Indepedent, The New Museum, MoMA and PS1. Saturday I spent most of my day in Chelsea gallery crawling where most of the highlights of the weekend took place.
Last summer I saw Marina Abramovic’s retrospective at MoMA however I didn’t get to sit with her. Well lo and behold Marina and I crossed paths as I walked into a gallery in Chelsea. Not only did we intensely stare at each other I believe we had a biblical moment. Marina’s presence was so powerful. Fathom Angelica Houston but the stoic version of her, if even possible (well yes it is! its M.A.). So after visually love making with my home girl I later saw Tracey Emin which was cool since she’s on my list of faves (no love though). I also went to a bar that Abe Lincoln and Lennon drank at AND I am now a proud owner of a piece of Terrence Koh.
Thanks NYC!
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