Austin Osman Spare
The beliefs we make are the best
for us, whatever their truth.
Any belief is sanctified by the
believing, and justified by results.
Amazing altered photographs by Chinese artist Yao Lu. We found Yao’s work via the website io9 and they wrote about his work, “Lu takes photographs of Chinese landfills covered in green protective netting and then digitally adds the sort of imagery we’d expect to see in a classic watercolor landscape: mist, trees, waterfalls, and the occasional building dotting the hills of trash. It’s a clever way to use photo manipulation to convey his message about the natural world and how it is in danger of being displaced by the castoffs of urbanization.”
Anton Marrast. Slow Story.
So many poems begin where they
should end, and never end.
Mine never end, they run on
book after book, complaining
to the moon that heaven is wrong
or dull, no place at all to be.
I believe all this. I believe
that ducks take wing only
in stories and then to return
the gift of flight to the winds.
If you knew how I came to be
seven years old and how thick
and blond my hair was, falling
about my shoulders like the leaves
of the slender eucalyptus
that now blesses my driveway
and shades my pale blue Falcon,
if you could see me pulling
wagon loads of stones across
the tufted fields and placing
them to build myself and my brother
a humped mound of earth where
flowers might rise as from a grave,
you might understand the last spring
before war turned toward our house
and entered before dawn, a pale
stranger that hovered over each bed
and touched the soft, unguarded faces
leaving bruises so faint
years would pass before they darkened
and finally burned.
—Philip Levine, from “A Poem With No Ending”
Art Credit Louise Bourgeois. Untitled, 2005, Fabric, 45.7 x 55.8 cm / 18 x 22 in
Laurence Demaison - Personne, 1995
KEVIN AMATO: PHOTOGRAPHER
New York Bred Kevin Amato, currently lives in New York City’s South Bronx. He works as a commercial & Fine Art Photographer. A graduate of The School of Visual Arts, Amato’s work has been published & exhibited in the U.S. , Europe & Asia. Clients include; Coca Cola, Reebok, Nike, Opening Ceremony, Air Jamaica & Samsung to name a few.
Editorial clients include; Complex, Dazed + Confused, Flaunt, The Guardian, Out, Spin, G.Q. , The Advocate, Interview, Dust, Wonderland, Hero, Vibe, The Source, Tetu, Tokion & Elle among others.
I haven’t had much time to draw the last couple of days, and this is why. For years now Lawrence has fantasized about having a masters and servants dinner party, and so we decided to pull out all the stops for his birthday this weekend. I was so busy pretending to be a butler that I actually butled. The servants all ate in the kitchens and stoof whenever any of the family entered, Granny had a bell to ring for us with, we shuffled them in between different rooms for different parts of the meal, and stood in attendance by the doors and served them tea. We even had a token American heiress who came into gold suddenly and was now traveling England in search of a marriageable title - she’s the one with the revolutionary haircut. Social order did breakdown after about 10 in the evening. Tails were discarded, ties were loosened and servants danced with masters.
Exhausting. But definitely one of our crowning achievements as far as soirées go.
Also why I haven’t been writing as much. Too many parties!
Lawrence and I were already legally married by the time New York passed the law because we got married in Vermont when it became legal there in September of ‘09. Vermont was one of the only states that had no residency requirements and was the closest to us, so we simply hopped the border.
But as it happens, we actually got married four times. First, there was a New York domestic partnership. Then we had our wedding in August of ‘09, which we treat as the official anniversary. It was set in 1929, with all the guests arriving in appropriate attire and orchids, our favorite live NYC jazz band, and all our dearest friends in attendance. Even the cocktail bar, with my sister-in-law at its head, served drinks most popular in 1929, including a secret cocktail that only the bridal party had the password to obtain. It was aptly named the Obituary and contained an absolutely lethal concoction of absinthe, gin and vermouth. You had to tell the bartender you were in mourning if you wanted to drink it. We also had a cocktail invented especially for us called the Baritarian Rose. The photos above are a selection from that do.
Then we went and did the legal bit in Vermont, and after that came back and had an entirely separate wedding for Lawrence’s enormous family. We had to pretend that we were doing it for the very first time, too, so they wouldn’t be offended about not being invited to any of the others. It’s like a gay period episode of Frasier.
YAY! I was Teddy’s best man! Check me out in that dashing wedding outfit - oh yes…..