Nan Goldin
Nan one month after being battered
1984

Apparently Nan had a friend take this picture to remind her not to get back together with Brian.

Stephen Shore
Ginger Shore, Causeway Inn, Tampa, Florida, Nov. 17, 1977

If breaking up with a shitty job is this difficult, I can't begin to imagine how difficult it is break up with a shitty boyfriend.

(insubordinate wordplay)

This reminds me to dig out my Elvis ken doll.

Here is the reading material that I enjoyed most today:

As wedding season approaches and I am fitted for my fourth (?) bridesmaid’s dress, I am more keenly aware than ever of the push to join in. I am trying, with every ounce of Normal Lady genetic residue and desire, to be that kind of girl, when I am asked for and offer my opinions on invitations, hemlines, gift bags, guest list. At the same time, my dude counterparts have nothing to do pre-wedding except hit the bank for small bills to push into a stripper’s thong. And that, there, is a thing I really would like to join in on.

As always, Kate Carraway
Not much of a joiner



And...
More entertaining with every new entry, Daniel Scott Byrne
From TOP to Bottom: TOPSHOP Comes to TO

Robert Rauschenberg (my favourite)
Bed
1955


required reading 4 art nerds who may not have the time for the whole book:

Leo the Lion: How the Castelli gallery changed the art world.

(cellar door)

Zach Shrock
New Mexico Slum
2009

1960 Celanese

(myvintagevogue)

Ladies, you no longer have to hide it with your kitchen appliances.

Behold,
THE MINI MAGIC WAND!

Sergey Prokudin-Gorsky
1909

(Jessicakes)

I think we should start some only child union

To convey our needs, concerns and interests to wider society

I was talking about this with my only-child Colorado friend the other day

And I've determined we're different

So we should organize on a national level to express our concerns

yes

yes indeed

i have an only child friend visiting

it's great to see her

we have unique issues

and qualities that tie us together

Like a need for personal space

Right

indeed

We're operating on our own wavelength

And people like you know who need to get out of our bubble

Maybe we could have special seats on the back of the bus where nobody could sit next to us

hahahahhaha

Yeah, that could be our first organizing issue

We could all boycott the TTC and the MBTA and the like until they give us special treatment

You could be like the reverse Rosa Parks of the only child empowerment movement

"Degrading is a subjective term. I find commercials in which women become orgasmic over soapsuds to be tremendously degrading. The bottom line is that every woman has the right to define what is degrading and liberating for herself. "

A Feminist Defense of Pornography

Secular Humanism (cult?) has peaked my interest.
(They need to redesign their website though!)

Peeping Tom

James Robert Durant
I Have Been Here Before
2009

Now here's something I was impressed by: Tropical Punch at Galerie Lausberg.

(Before I picked up the artist statement for the show, I knew what it was going to say. I realize that in some sense this is an accomplishment, but for some reason, I find this depressing.)

I will be surprised if I see anything better in Contact. But here's hoping.

Jake Kovnat
The Smallest Bar in Key West
2010

Fashion benefits from online slander.

"Ariane, who has more than 100 posts on her site, said she had not been terribly bothered by anything she has read so far, but she acknowledged that after one comment about a certain pair of leggings, she stopped wearing them. "

Read more:
On Formspring, an E-Vite to Teenage Insults

Sorry Richard, your show was kinda boring, and I went armed with excitement and curiousity and an open mind. I liked this one, though.

Meh

Dan Epstein
2010

Oh Toronto art scene, sometimes you are just a huge DISAPPOINTMENT.

Cribs with Louis XVI

Enrique Metinides
Untitled (Primer plano de mujer rubia arrollada e impactada contra un poste, en avenida Chapultepec, Ciudad de Mexico)
1979

(vga card)

This song will not change your life.

William Etty
The Parting of Hero and Leander
1827


(Had hipsters and blogs existed in the 19th century, I think there's no question that this would have proliferated the blogosphere.)

Faye Dunaway & William Holden in Sidney Lumet's Network

SO MUCH YELLING!

The most compelling love story I can remember, of late.

(vmagazine.com)

(vmagazine.com)

Ryan McGinley

Untitled (Black Bear)

2007

Amir Normandi

Women of my homeland in: Reluctant Accessory

From: The Rise of Islamo-Erotica

(Lazy Pilgrim)

One of my favourite courses I took in university was taught by an expert in Islamic Art. She pointed out that so much of Islamic art today is dominated by two tired tropes, the burka and Arabic script, both of which support narrow, Western views of Islamic culture. Nevertheless, this series is still interesting.

Happy Belated Birthday, Mourning Werewolf!

In celebration, here's a look at my very first post: to name a blog

I'm a beat you like a congo.

Trey Songz - Say Aah (Feat. Fabolous)

You know that song that goes nah nah nah nah nah?

...

Yes, this is it!

Best 10 wines under $10

(Thanks Jean-Paul!)

From my favourite store on Queen St. W., Robber.

Little House on the Big Market

Read here about Toronto's most adorable house.

(frosted tips)

Click each image to enlarge.

Ah, my long-lost friend Hipster or Gay

Bruce LaBruce interviews Karl Lagerfeld for Vice

America: Successfully setting back Feminism, one court case at a time!

"Lay Off" Married Men: Jilted Wife Successfully Sues Mistress

This is (one reason) why I don't want to move to America. While the plethora of court television shows generally offer entertainment, being able to sue ANYONE for ANYTHING does have consequences.

2001: A Space Odyssey


I guess I only stay awake during slow movies.

From Joris Voooooooorn's Flickr

Landon Speers

Landon Speers
nocturne no. i

(Ghoulish Sounds)

Fear of the Unknown

No Small Matter: Science on the Nanoscale

Wipe that face off your head

AND, also from Kate,

Womb temperature

THE ECSTACY

by John Donne

WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
    A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
The violet's reclining head,
    Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented
    By a fast balm, which thence did spring ;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
    Our eyes upon one double string.

So to engraft our hands, as yet
    Was all the means to make us one ;
And pictures in our eyes to get
    Was all our propagation.

As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
    Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls—which to advance their state,
    Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.

And whilst our souls negotiate there,
    We like sepulchral statues lay ;
All day, the same our postures were,
    And we said nothing, all the day.

If any, so by love refined,
    That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
    Within convenient distance stood,

He—though he knew not which soul spake,
    Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
    And part far purer than he came.

This ecstasy doth unperplex
    (We said) and tell us what we love ;
We see by this, it was not sex ;
    We see, we saw not, what did move :

But as all several souls contain
    Mixture of things they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,
    And makes both one, each this, and that.

A single violet transplant,
    The strength, the colour, and the size—
All which before was poor and scant—
    Redoubles still, and multiplies.

When love with one another so
    Interanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
    Defects of loneliness controls.

We then, who are this new soul, know,
    Of what we are composed, and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
    Are souls, whom no change can invade.

But, O alas ! so long, so far,
    Our bodies why do we forbear?
They are ours, though not we ; we are
    Th' intelligences, they the spheres.

We owe them thanks, because they thus
    Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
    Nor are dross to us, but allay.

On man heaven's influence works not so,
    But that it first imprints the air ;
For soul into the soul may flow,
    Though it to body first repair.

As our blood labours to beget
    Spirits, as like souls as it can ;
Because such fingers need to knit
    That subtle knot, which makes us man ;

So must pure lovers' souls descend
    To affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
    Else a great prince in prison lies.

To our bodies turn we then, that so
    Weak men on love reveal'd may look ;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
    But yet the body is his book.

And if some lover, such as we,
    Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
    Small change when we're to bodies gone.

Well, doesn't that look like fun?

(the vagabond set)

La Chinoise

(the vagabond set)

This morning I told Sam James & Emma -- who works for Sam James at the Sam James Coffee Bar -- that "I had slept over at my girlfriend's house."

LOL.

(curb crawlers)

Don't those leaves look like fun?

(skinny bitch)

"Deep, dirty and devastating."

Simian Mobile Disco @ Essential Mix (BBC Radio 1)

I heart Essential Mix.

This week's episode, with Faithless Sound System, is TIGHT.