More scenes from New Orleans. | Images via iPhone by Flower.
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More scenes from New Orleans. | Images via iPhone by Flower.
1. MCO to DFW. It’s 5am and I am up before the sun.
2. Boost Pump? Is that like mocha pumps?
3. Airport installation. I take refuge in the Fortress of Solitude after missing an impossible connecting flight from Dallas to Austin. I told the American Airlines flight rep, “The Flash couldn’t have made that flight”. She was not amused.
4. I win! I’m the winner! My stand-by ticket that allows me to leave Dallas, the Petri dish.
5. En route to AUS. Let’s start this road trip.
6. Pick up in Austin. Brunch with Katia, Amanda, and Jessie. Then, drive to NOLA.
BOO! Happy Halloween! 1. A residential porch in NOLA with an army of different pumpkin personalities. 2. Street view. Baby tomatoes (see below). Some intact and some squished. 3. Crime scene. Veggie homicide? Ketchup? | All images courtesy of the lovely city of New Orleans. Images by Flower.
Three tomatoes are walking down the street — a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and squishes him… and says, ‘Ketchup.’
Mia Wallace (Pulp Fiction, 1994)
While in NOLA. 1. Ride or die skeleton. The residents of New Orleans take their Halloween decorations seriously and I was impressed. 2. Look up. Traces of ceiling flair. 3. Upcycle. 1222 Decatur Street. You could hear someone in the back busy at work using power tools. When the person emerged, it was a gorgeous girl in all white. White pants, white shirt, white apron, and safety goggles. I wish I got her picture. 4. Furniture porn at Upcycle. That bench. Those legs. I want. I want. I want. 5. Buzz Kill lamp.* | All images via iPhone by Flower.
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*Buzz Kill? Maybe BuzzFeed. I love NOLA – but Orlando, I could never forget you. Guess who’s #2 on the list.
Road trips diaries: day & night. 1. Amanda on a bridge somewhere in Louisiana. 2. Katia with a soda trophy the size of her head. These bad boys are outlawed in some areas. I’m pretty sure the car ran on gasoline and Coca-Cola. | Image courtesy of Flower.
I must confess – I am driving the car at a very high speed and taking a picture in #1. Yes, I am paying attention to a tiny little screen, while tap focusing and making sure that we do not knock over the concrete barriers that divide us from the oncoming cars and the water that surrounds us.
Loungin’. Let’s try to relax starting now. Relax. | Images courtesy of me.
I will be away from my computer for the next 4 days.
I’m flying out to Austin tomorrow (Dallas first! eek!) to meet up with my friends who are driving from LA. Then, road trip to New Orleans and then, homeward bound.
I’m looking forward to gas station food (no sarcasm) and scenic stops. And pictures. Tons of picture taking. They’re going to get so pissed.
“Going back to simpler life is not a step backwards.” Words from Yvon Chouinard. | Image courtesy of OLD CHUM post via Design Squish.
He’s my best friend. Sure, we do everything together. | Image courtesy of ANIMALS TALKING IN ALL CAPS.
This is one of my favorite pictures from ATIAC. It you ever hear me laughing hysterically while on my laptop, I’m most likely here.
It’s Friday! It’s Friday!
Explaining yourself. David Lynch and the frustration that comes with creating anything that draws attention to yourself. I feel you, Dave. | Image courtesy of TAT-ART.
I’m not the most talkative person.
When it comes to ideas and things that I get very excited about, the words come out, but not very eloquently, I feel.
“Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.” (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004)
I never mind a lack of explanation from a creative person. The artist or photographer who titles their work Untitled #__ is a perfect example of someone who does not wish to lead you in a prescribed direction because of a name and who wants you to just see the work for the work itself.
PS – TAT-ART is on a very short list of blogs that I go to regularly, habitually. Every now and then, I shoot her a very short message that says thank you for the wonderful stream of images and EVERY time, she sends back a response. She is so talented and just lovely. You should check out her blog.
Inside the live-in workspace of British designer Max Lamb. All of the details intrigue me. | Images courtesy of Opening Ceremony.
I love exploring studios and creative workspaces. I can never get enough of the messy detailed shots.
I like creative people. I naturally tend to gravitate toward creatives. People who have their own visual language. People who have their own thing going on. People who are a bit compulsive. Those people are the most beautiful and interesting to me and I love having them in my life.
The next Christopher Nolan movie. Space. Matthew McConaughey post-True Detective.
Yes, I am very very excited.
Out of the brush and in plain sight. Cross hairs? Well aware. | Image courtesy of JOURNAL DE JOURS.
Swallowed whole, completely in the brush and it feels lovely. No camo necessary. | 1. Leggy landscaping. Image courtesy of Elle était si jolie. 2. Three individuals. Man’s search for meaning. Image courtesy of Design Squish.
Backs at Raf Simons. | Image courtesy of orange juice.
This picture reminds me of one of my recent Google searches: How to grow a pineapple plant.
Copy that. Loud and clear. | A couple of street style scenes from Milan Fashion Week, Spring 2015 via The Fashion Spot.
My favorite boots: ancient and battered Via Spiga’s that have stood the test of time and keep getting better with each wear. My preferred seating at the theatre: I get there early to secure the bar seats. | Images taken by me via iPhone, – an old one that I love. He has survived a balcony drop and mini-flood. He is unflappable. He does not bend like Beckham.
When all else fails, post some Rauschenberg. 1. From the Cardbird Series via Bukowskis. 2. Cardbird III, 1971. Offset lithograph, screenprint, tape, and polyethylene collage on corrugated cardboard. Via Brooke Alexander Gallery. 3. Final pieces presented to the general public. Presentation at the Robert Rauschenberg Foundation, NYC, (May 2012). Image courtesy of Flickr, Didier Leroi.
Still one of my most favorite series from any artist, living and deceased, to date.
Screen shots of the documentary Objectified (2009) by Gary Hustwit. 1. An archive of sketchbooks lovingly labeled and dated along the spines. This is the current image on my phone lock screen right now. 2. A Buzz Aldrin toy that I wish said this. | All images by Flower via iPhone.
Objectified is on Netflix Instant and has been for years. It is something that I revisit and play as background noise when I am working
I treat it as a semi-constant thing that is one increment from a tangible DVD on my shelf.
When I saw Image #1, I walked directly over to the TV. I was attracted to the handwriting labeling each book spine. I don’t actually want to see the contents of each item. I only want to imagine them. The imagining part is more intriguing and exciting to me. I also love the idea of a person viewing an image of a humanistic bookshelf on a monitor.
Years ago, I got my designer friend a very inexpensive book for his birthday. It had the look of an ordinary paperback but the pages were all blank. In the the card, I wrote:
Fill this up with your ideas and drawings and years later when you revisit it, it will be the best thing you’ve ever read.
1. A brace to correct the hazards of working with ones hands. Image via Loose Tiger. 2. A spread showing Kim Gordon using her hands and featuring a quote from Lee Ranaldo via Curse of the Multiples. 3. Striped hands. Room 9, Magda Laguinge by Jens Langkjaer for Rika (F/W 2013-14) via blk lavandula. 4. Mixed media work done by the hands of Robert Motherwell. Image courtesy of Aubrey Stallard.
I’ll keep this brief.
“People who do not work with their hands are parasites.”
– Jenny Holzer
Holzer’s Truisms are meant to be seen. Most people have only read them, maybe on a palm-sized wood plaque or as a projection boldly burned onto the side of a building. But in the documentary About Jenny Holzer (2011), the quote above is audible. The words actually come from her mouth.