NYC in the 1980s.
”After picking up a camera at the age of 15, Jamel Shabazz has been unknowingly become the first “visual documentarian” of hip hop. For over 30 years he’s captured the world around him. Every frame of that world is a time portal that sparks emotion stemming from the scenes they represent. And if there is ever a glimpse into the foundations of street wear and its surrounding culture, it can be found in the pages of his first book.
“Back In The Days” is real deal documentation as it pertains to the origins of hip hop, not to mention hip hop fashion. No 2oK a day models. No makeup artists. No food trucks. The models in the book don’t need runways because they lived the life of style. Jamel Shabazz was there to capture it all.”
Purchase here: http://www.jamelshabazz.com/monographs.html
I’m staying at my parents’ (now mostly abandoned) house for the weekend, so I can do some hot, burly woodworking (Hchom sale soon - ready thy loins). I’ve been browsing through some old hard drives, and I found these D&D designs which I’d totally forgotten about.
I can tell by the horse’s stiff little feets, that I was looking at a plastic model while I drew it.
The way some people freak out about pumpkin spice stuff coming back you’d think it’s a rare drug from a desert planet or something…
All of my yes.
When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
Swords in Art - Modern Samurai, Musketeer and Knight
- by Adrian Dadich
Olafur Eliasson: Your Lost Outside, 2014
24 partially silvered glass spheres 24 stainless steel wall mounts 190 x 190 x 20 cm One of the more selfie inducing pieces on show this year .
Tanya Bonakdar, Frieze New York 2014
Years back I saw an exhibit of his at SFMOMA, and it was just astonishing.