“Because I’m a perfectionist, baby. And you can write that down. In fact, I’ll wait a minute while you do so.” -Bret Easton Ellis
A Metaphysical Field Guide for Photographers. “Eternity is in love with the productions of time” - so wrote William Blake in "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell," perhaps the best-known literary witness in the West to the reality of nonduality, that rarefied realm where subject and object forever incestuously join. Given a moment’s meditation, one can see in this allegation a fairly accurate description of the art of photography, taking as its substance that utterly indestructible (hence, eternal) medium: light.
“I’ve sworn off caffeine, Reed. I’m teaching myself how to relax by deep-sea visualization. I’m avoiding the urge to check my voice mail on a half-hourly basis. I’m hugging people left and right. And look.” I reach under my CK T-shirt. “My new tranquility beads.” “Far out, baby,” Reed wails, clapping his hands together. Looking into the camera, I say, “I’ve been to Radu and Pasquale Manocchia-that’s Madonna’s personal trainer, by the way, baby – and Reed is definitely the first name in celebrity training.” “I have an obsession with biceps and tricepts, with forearm flexors,” Reed admits sheepishly. “I have a major sinewy-arm fetish.” “I have the endurance of a horse but my blood sugar’s low and I need a Jolly Rancher badly.” “After the next song,” Reed says, clapping endlessly. “Powerbar time, I promise.” Suddenly Primal Scream’s “Come Together” blares out over the sound system. “Oh god,” I moan. “This song is eight minutes and four seconds long.” “How do you know things like that?” the Details girl asks. “The better you look, baby, the more you see,” I pant. “Dat’s my motto, homegirl.” -Bret Easton Ellis, Glamorama [nggallery id=29]
we live on a half-lit stage, a concrete platform.. waiting it’s grand appearance, it’s ultimate performance.. dark & light, kissed infinitely by the sun. day becomes night, night into day- the anticipation of change, of an end, or a beginning. the cracks in the walls take their last breath, a soft exhale of tired days… we live in a dream of exploding hearts and hot streets. -eileen garcia
The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, we are told, was the fateful catalyst for the expulsion of Mankind from the primordial paradise of Eden. The serpent approached Eve, the poor girl barely recovered from the shock of existing, and whispered some sweet nothings into her unadorned ear: “Go on, just a bite. Try it and see. Get on with the fascination.” The rest is, as they say, allegory. Yet there was another forbidden Tree in the garden...
the stars fill up my eyes…. she’s got me drinking the thick air, she’s got me sinking in the rivers. she’s got me beating red, beating red. waking up, seeing the rivers… washing it all from my memory. it’s all a matter you see, a matter of substance beneath these galaxies. she’s got me screaming into the thin stars you see…. tumbling towards the sea. it’s deep, it’s deep. tracing light, taking flight…. it matters. to breathe. she occupies everything. we became stars. in the dark-starless sky. -Eileen Garcia
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDear Tiger Woods, I am writing because I don’t have a clue what the hell is going on. I’ve heard that you were going to quit golf in order to get your life back in order. I heard that your wife, Elin Nordegren, gave you an ultimatum — Family or Golf — and that you have accepted the ultimatum, and are taking a break from golf. I also heard that you’ve been using performance-enhancing drugs! Say it ain’t so, Tiger! SAY IT AIN’T SO!!! Alright, I’m sorry, I need to calm down. It’s just that this is all a little much. I just want to be clear about what’s happening. You’re going to quit the two things that you love more than anything else in this world: 1) golf and 2) sleeping with women who are not your wife…so that you can stay at home and sleep with your wife. The whole thing just seems a little much, you know? Your chances of being a role model have gone down the tubes, and now, instead of freely living the playboy life you seem to so desperately want, you’re going to give it all up so that you can present the [...]
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