Moved to Another Sphere

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All the Women I Have Ever Loved

A photographer I know sent me the link to a gallery I had never heard of before, but I never got past the home page—the video of one painted woman melting into another, from Da Vinci's to Renoir's to Matisse's, was too enthralling and disturbing to continue. It may be intended as a lesson in art history but I think it says more about the constancy of our desires.

The Horrors of Bushwick

Stewart St., Brooklyn.

The Fruits of the Earth

If you're interested in organic farming, the bohemian cachet of unpaid labor, rattlesnake cuisine, local meat, fresh vegetables, hippies, hillbillies, or beagles—or just in what I did this summer, read my piece on the n+1 website.

The Year in: Colorful Thrashing Sacks

Austin, TX.

The Year in: Cats I Dig

Mark Twain and cat.

Henry Cowell and cat.

Vincent Price and cat(s).

Marlon Brando and cat.

Clark Gable and cat.


Balthus and cat.


Charles Olson (printed) and cat.

The Decade in: Rhyme

popped collar rolled dollar old shoes nu blues pink shirt striped skirt ray bans no tans japanese cats vampire bats vegetarian laundromat green sheen lean teen antique drum machine superstition attrition inhibition exhibition diorama melodrama hot fission prohibition cold war cold sore truck stop hip hop taxidermy tax attorney ritual pitbull pre-law coke jaw tight pants necromance straw hat beer fat yoga mat rich rat food stamp farm tramp bed bug man hug shag rug white thug swedish chair swedish hair swedish bed swedish head black prez red fez new pez some rez