The rule is a question of culture, the exception a question of art. Everyone speaks the rule: cigarettes, computers, t-shirts, tourism, war. No-one speaks the exception. It cannot be spoken. It can be written: Flaubert, Dostoyesvsky. It can be composed: Gershwin, Mozart. It can be painted: Cezanne, Vermeer. It can be filmed: Antonioni, Vigo. Or it can be lived, and is thus called the art of living: Srebenica, Mostar, Sarajevo. It is part of the rules to want the death of the exception. It is the rule of European culture to organise the death of the art of living.
Down The Tube
I’ve just been led to Paul Baldesare’s photography for the first time after lurking around in the Hardcore Street Photography discussion pool on Flickr. Really good.
These are really good!
NYE in the city
Girl #1 (wearing a tight short skirt): I have little chicken legs. I can’t keep up.
Girl #2: I would love to have those little chicken legs.
Me (in my head): I think your skirt is too tight that it’s hampering how you walk… FYI.
Old sketch drawing 2, pen on paper, 5.5” x 8.5,” circa 2005
Old sketch drawing, pen on paper, 5.5” x 8.5,” circa 2005
I was re-arranging some books earlier today and a couple of old drawings I did while at work in the mailroom of an illustration agency fell out of one of the books. It was one of the only jobs I ever had where I didn’t feel guilty drawing on the job since I felt that it was semi work-related.




