Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen
My whole life, tbh
I’m about 8 or 9 inches shorter than Peter and this is definitely one of my biggest cohabiting woes.
Michael Jackson was obsessed with the Bee Gees, and in particular their Saturday Night Fever soundtrack, which then was the best-selling album of all time. Determined to eclipse the Bee Gees, Jackson began listening to Saturday Night Fever over and over. Such was his obsession that for two years straight, Jackson told friends, he listened to the album 10 times a day, until he knew every note, every beat. Until he’d internalized it, deciphered its magic and taken it for his own. A year later Thriller came out. It went on to sell more than 60 million copies and become the best-selling album of all time.
via a (great) SI article about Kobe.
Greatness seems tiring.
i think my life is sufficiently comfortable that i need to take a stab at inventing a baijiu and fernet branca cocktail.
I don’t start with disorder; I start with the tradition. If you’re not trained in the tradition, then deconstruction means nothing.
I am deeply in favour of the Canon, and I’m not really sure why. In fact, I’m not just in favour of The Canon, I am in favour of Canons in general, as a concept, as a intellectual touchstone, as a way of conceptualising, consuming and passing on information.
It’s clearly in a large part due to my central pre-occupation - how do you condense and compress information in a robust and efficient way? - but I think it also has something to do with a love of a model of learning based around authority blended with sheery mastery. That was the model that I grew up on and thrived within, the model of pedagogy that I found intoxicating, and I often feel the urge to defend it before I have the evidence or a well considered argument formed. but we all have flaws, I suppose.
An old sketch of Black Rage, done in my living room. Strange, the course of things. Peace for MO.
Lyrics: http://mslaurynhill.com/post/95329923112/black-rage-sketch Lauryn Hill, with a song for Ferguson. What a goddess.