The better you look the more you see. A Children’s Story. London, December 17 1887. Christmas is fast-approaching the clustered city of London. Smoke stacks and chimneys pierce the sky which heaves snow down upon their roofs. The battle of smoke and snow is everywhere as those indoors huddle around their fires and try...
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Like so many others, I have often fallen prey to the trap of appearance obsession. I’ve fought with the angles of my features, the changing shape of my body, and the MasterCard statements showcasing the perils of too-frequent visits to Sephora. Working at a New York City fashion office for the last six...
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“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
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Christmas break. Nog to knock back. Snow to shovel. Books to read. Two such books: Hiding Man: A Biography of Donald Barthelme and The Sartorialist. (By Tracy Daugherty and Scott Schuman, respectively.) A thousand total pages on an artist’s aesthetic. Five-hundred plus pages of prose dedicated to the great postmodern master of the short...
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Hi Friends, This week I’m at the MLA conference in Philadelphia. For those of you that have never heard of the Modern Language Association, it’s the biggest club of all the big clubs for people that make their living, or attempt to make their living, out of being teacher-y book nerds (such as yours...
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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,...
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“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....
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