Filed under images that make a strong case for pink walls and objets galore:
Stephen Kent Johnson's photographs of Gertrude Whitney's art studio at The Cut.
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A wearable garden: Henrik Vibskov
pumpkin blouse layered over
pollen turtleneck at No. 6.
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Something to listen to:
Jake Xerxes Fussell, Out of Sight.
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For rock collectors/crystal enthusiasts: Marc Du Plantier's
unique floor lamp, ca. 1950.
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Painted table by Sophie von Hellermann, photographed by Ross See for
Luncheon. (Do I need to find a table to paint? Maybe.)
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This will be impossible to tweet. It always is. How do you siphon 2,500 words into 280 characters? More importantly, how do you turn a measured thesis into something interesting, and by interesting I mean shareable, and by shareable I mean divisive.
Soraya Roberts,
"End of Discussion." Joker as a case study illustrating why social media is a platform for emotion, not discussion.
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The publisher, the editor, the advertising manager, and the circulation man must conspire not only to get all their readers from one particular class to which the magazine is dedicated, but rigorously to exclude all others.
Condé Nast, the inventor of lifestyle magazines.
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I have complained a lot about men in my time. In fact, I do it more and more. But I have never been part of what used to be called the women’s movement and those who have or who are, or who have never wanted to be, would probably consider me some sort of moron. I didn’t do consciousness-raising with my sisters in the late Sixties. I was married at the time and it seemed to me that if my consciousness were raised another millimeter I would go out of my mind.
Mary-Kay Wilmers, from
Human Relations and Other Difficulties, quoted in the NYT 10/24/2019 by Wyatt Mason: "
How Mary-Kay Wilmers Became Britain's Most Influential Editor."
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She was one of those women, they believed, who had succumbed to a strange bout of middle-aged craziness. She wasn’t poor. She wasn’t an addict or an alcoholic. And from what people who knew her said, she was utterly harmless—“A sweet lady who once chatted with me about the best way to grow plants on the front porch,” one neighbor noted.
Skip Hollandsworth, "
The Last Ride of Cowboy Bob."
Texas Monthly, November 2005.
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Having always liked older faces on other people, and thinking the best faces were the ones that looked like life had been lived in them, I understand now why people fear wrinkles. Wrinkles are a visible end to choices, to a life of infinite possibilities. They tell us that we have to make peace with the decisions we have made, or that we didn’t even realise we were making. They are a door that is closing on our own face. Which is why anti-ageing products, those little teases, sneak up to whisper to us that we can carry on dithering forever. Dithering is wonderful.
Sophie Heawood on growing older,
Evening Standard Magazine 10/24/2019
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Catherine Texier:
"I'm 72. So what?"
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Climate confessions: "I still use plastic bags." "I want to use mass transportation but it's so unreliable and crowded." "I know the meat industry is horrible for climate change, but I just can't find a satisfactory diet with no meat."
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"I used to say 'It would take a lot to ruin a taco!' but now I know it only takes one thing—chickpeas."
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A running question I recall from my time on “The Daily Show” came from columnists and pundits musing, Why is there no right-wing “Daily Show”? And we would glibly, pridefully answer that the right could not be funny because it was, by nature, authoritarian, prudish, untruthful and dull. This was a comforting lie. Now we know that Trump was the right-wing “Daily Show” all along, but in a highly sophisticated form we never expected. We never expected that the right-wing “Daily Show” was going to be Andy Kaufman. We didn’t expect it to be a single, intensely weird and ultimately unknowable performance artist who would never break character. And he would not have his own television show but hijack all the television shows as well, as well as all those apps, streams and formats old TV didn’t understand, to surround us all in a MAGA-themed immersive theater experience the size and shape of the whole country.
John Hodgman, NYT 10/14/2019.
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Unfazed, he crouched down on the sidewalk and snorted a line of live ants.
Elisa Gabbert, "
Nostalgia for a Less Innocent Time: On the glory and depravity of hair metal."
The Paris Review, 10/19/2019.
