Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Saying nothing, eating


“People talk about the happy quiet that can exist between two loves, but this, too, was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. Before the world existed, before it was populated, and before there were wars and jobs and colleges and movies and clothes and opinions and foreign travel -- before all of these things there had been only one person, Zora, and only one place: a tent in the living room made from chairs and bed-sheets. After a few years, Levi arrived; space was made for him; it was as if he had always been. Looking at them both now, Jerome found himself in their finger joints and neat conch ears, in their long legs and wild curls. He heard himself in their partial lisps caused by puffy tongues vibrating against slightly noticeable buckteeth. He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.” 

Quote by Zadie Smith, On Beauty.
Photo by Natsumi Akatsuka.

If we start there



"The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. 
You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. 
You have a name, and someone wants to call it. 
Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. 
If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. 
If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world."


Beautiful words by Warsan Shire. Photography by Jennifer Causey.

I've been walking through the mountains, I've wandered through the trees

I love this home in Antwerp. It is so simple and full of light. I found the photographs through Eefje de Coninck who views an individual's decoration and home as an artistic expression of that person's character. Check out more photographs and the interview here.

Post title from She Lit a Fire by Lord Huron.




Curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight



We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us 
something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. 
Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight 
or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

e. e. cummings

Photo by rose & crown.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Poem by Mary Oliver
Photography by Olivia Rae James.

She pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea

Oooh. Travel photographer, Sivan Askayo, took beautiful images of hanging laundry in different cities in his series, Intimacy under the Wires. It reminds me of staying with my grandmother during the summers growing up; the laundry was always hung out the window to dry. One time my t-shirt fell down onto the apartment below, and it was quite the struggle to get it back.

 Barcelona
 Florence
 Venice
 Buenos Aires

 Post title from That Moon Song by Gregory Alan Isakov.

You're fierce and spread like wildfires

I love this. I tried getting off coffee two years ago, but it didn't last long. It seems like an anchor to me, every morning wherever I wake up I must have a cup of coffee. Well that and if I don't, I get a massive headache. If I go on a trip, I'd love to take a picture of my coffee every morning as documentation. My sister did something similar on our trip to London last summer; she took a picture of her feet in various areas. It is a nice change from the standard tourist pictures of monuments... well we took those too of course :)

Post title from Wildfires by Ohbijou. Photos by Olivia Rae James.





To live is to be slowly born



A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. 

To live is to be slowly born.


Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The heart surges


From time to time, 


when a piece of music no one has ever written, 


or a painting no one has ever painted, 


or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, 




a new feeling enters the world.




And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, 


the heart surges, and absorbs the impact."




Nicole Krauss (The History of Love) 

Tell me











Tell me, 
what is it you plan to do 
with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver (The Summer Day)

Ode to junior year.



I am 
a series of
small victories
and large defeats
and I am as
amazed
as any other
that
I have gotten
from there to
here


-Charles Bukowski

That edginess has always made me feel alive



"It's that thinking that makes me feel alive. And it makes me notice everything around me. When I become complacent like I was in the United States, you just get used to things so you don't think about them. You think, I'll get a cab. I'll go to the airport. I'll have a patty melt. You don't think about it. Whereas now with me, the anxiety starts early on. And I'm always afraid that somebody's going to throw me a curve ball and ask me a question like, what sign are you? Just ask me a question like that out of nowhere. And I'll appear foolish. So it keeps me on edge. But really, that edginess has always made me feel alive."

- David Sedaris on living in Paris



"Why do you live in Paris? And I say, well, you know, I just sort of wanted to. All the reasons that you give sound really embarrassing, cliche, and ridiculous at this point. I mean, Paris is a stale dream. And it's kind of like falling in love with the most obviously cute boy in the class, or like the star of this-- or like a movie star. It's like being a groupie. And then you try to convince the other 25 women who he slept with the last week, well, you know, I really love him, and I think he loves me, too."

Kristin Hohenadel on first moving to Paris



"You know, you walk down the street in Los Angeles and you feel low. And that's a terrible example because it's Los Angeles, but you feel kind of dwarfed. And [in Paris], I just think, yes, this is exactly it. This is how life should be, the pace, the scale, the way it looks."

Kristin Hohenadel on returning to the US after living in Paris



"That's when I realized I wasn't in Kansas anymore. And I liked it. I mean, of course, it was kind of humiliating, because you know, we're supposed to be the intimidating, scary ones. And then all these French bitches in high heels were threatening us. And they were in our faces. And it made me realize that the whole black-white game just doesn't work outside of the United States.


Because white people aren't afraid of you here. And at the same time, they don't hate you, because that sort of goes together. So I'll take it. I'll wait on line. Now I don't dare jump lines. So that opened my eyes."
Janet Mcdonald on being African American in Paris

"I associated the word American with white guys with flags on their lawns, who didn't particularly like me. And people would call me American. And I'd say I'm not American. I'm black. And these were like black French people. And they're like, you are so American. And I remember these French West Indian friends of mine, this one, in particular, from Martinique was saying, you even walk like an American. I'm like, what do you mean? What does an American walk like? And she said they kick their legs when they walk. They kick their legs forward."
Janet Mcdonald on being African American in Paris


"Here's something else. There are certain things about French culture, Janet says, that just make life here very pleasant. For one thing, people don't ask you personal questions, where you grew up, where you work, what's your family life, what's your story. You're not constantly explaining yourself. She says she has one friend who she knew for five years before she knew this woman had a grown son. Also, there isn't the same striving, the same ambition to be number one as in the States, especially compared with the corporate law job she used to have, where everybody was expected to put in 60 and 70 and 80 hours a week. Here, that would be seen as very strange. Work just is not that important to most people."

- Ira Glass interviewing Janet Mcdonald

Find the transcript for This American Life on Americans in Paris here.  Photography by Trop Rouge.

You be the match, imma be your fuse

At the end of the month I'm moving to a different apartment a block away. I'm living with four girls during senior year, and I am so excited. By the time we move in, we will have lived for a few months in a different country (France, Germany, Greece, Uganda, and Australia). We plan on placing maps of where we've lived on the walls of the living room. But that's all we got so far, so I've been looking at a lot of interior design blogs lately. Eefje de Coninck, one of my favorites, takes pictures of female artists' homes. I love the simplicity and color of these apartments (1, 2, 3). Well done.

Post title from Sure Thing by Miguel. So good.






You and me, we got our own sense of time

My best friend is studying abroad in Athens this summer. I've been keeping a list of the things she needs to bring back for me, like new sandals. We spent four days in Athens when we backpacked through Southern Europe together last August. I miss it a lot. I remember we could see the Acropolis from our hostel balcony. Yeah I know, I got the travel bug again. Whenever I think of moments in my short life of intense happiness or fear, many of them fall under that period of traveling. So I can't help sometimes wishing I was somewhere else sometimes (especially when exams are close).

I stumbled upon some beautiful photos from The Colors of Travel 2012 by The New York Times. Stoooop I want to go to there.

Enjoy your Friday! I'll be sleeping on the Warren Dunes tonight in Michigan, which is the closest thing I have to traveling these days... :)

Post title from Hannah Hunt by Vampire Weekend.

Montpellier, France

Turkey

Penang, Malaysia
  
Hyderabad, India

Words to live by


"The really important kind of freedom involves 
attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, 
and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, 
over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day."


David Foster Wallace ~ This is Water

You have done what you could



"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; 
some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. 
Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.



And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, 
and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 

‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’

- Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country