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Bourke de Vries: Memory vessel/Southampton 6, 2013. 19th century English creamware ale jug and glass.
Collaborating with ... a manufacturer of custom laboratory glass, de Vries selected damaged pieces of ceramics and created glass vessels, using the original shape of the broken object. These ‘ghost’ vessels hold the fragments of the original pieces and create a conversation about the history, value, and beauty in something that could be perceived as worthless.
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My dream outfit for early spring: Caron Callahan's quilted flower-print jacket + cropped check pants; Brother Vellies shearling loafers.
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Postcard from Nancy Holt and Robert Smithson to Eva Hesse, July 10, 1967, via the Moon Lists.
Heather Radke, 'The Jumpsuit That Will Replace All Clothes Forever.' The Paris Review, 3/21/2018.
'The city of Melbourne assigned trees email addresses so citizens could report problems. Instead, people wrote thousands of love letters to their favorite trees.'
Jay Griffiths, 'Skate Fever.' Lapham's Quarterly.
New rules: 'Get news. Not too quickly. Avoid social.'
Heather Abel's essay on writing and motherhood is so terribly, terribly good: 'When I see The Baby Book at bookstores, I want to snatch the copies off the shelves and dump them in the baby’s bathwater.' (YES.)
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Abigail and her partner in counter-fashion, Maura Brewer, have been wearing only jumpsuits for the past three years—to weddings, to job interviews, to teach their classes at art school, and to visit their families over Thanksgiving. Their closets are nearly empty: they each have three jumpsuits, a few jumpsuit-compatible sweaters, workout clothes, pajamas, and underthings—that’s it. They don’t have to buy new clothes or wonder how they’ll look in the culottes that have recently come into fashion. They never have to choose a new outfit because they’ve already picked the one they’ll wear forever.
Heather Radke, 'The Jumpsuit That Will Replace All Clothes Forever.' The Paris Review, 3/21/2018.
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This kind of joy is superfluous and therefore absolutely necessary. It is the deep meaning of revelry and play, as the historian Johan Huizinga wrote in his masterpiece Homo Ludens. Culture itself “arises in the form of play.” “Play cannot be denied. You can deny, if you like, nearly all abstractions: justice, beauty, truth, goodness, mind, God. You can deny seriousness, but not play.”
Jay Griffiths, 'Skate Fever.' Lapham's Quarterly.
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(If you, like me, get terribly anxious and emotional in crowds, but feel compelled to be one of the number, here's what I do: stay on the edges. Having a little room to breathe can make all the difference. Looking up helps, too. The sky is always there.)
