mercredi 29 octobre 2014

the mountain could not remember your name



wilderness poetry & trail paintings 
book on sale on the great Cold Splinters 




vendredi 24 octobre 2014

mercredi 22 octobre 2014

lately



listening :: foxygen, ... and star power (but, mostly this song)





mardi 21 octobre 2014

Commune : Designed in California



L'agence de design Commune fête ses 10 ans avec un premier livre.
Commune : Designed in California revient sur les différents projets menés, 
mettant à l'honneur le style californien : l'idée de liberté et la vie à la fois à l'intérieur et à l'extérieur.




jeudi 16 octobre 2014

Quand la route ne tient qu'à un fil



Lorsqu'elle ne voyage pas, Fanny Conte est bibliothécaire à Paris.
Lorsqu'elle voyage, elle a toujours un cahier et des stylos dans son sac.
Elle y enregistre ce qu'elle voit, ses impressions.
Fanny Conte a remporté le second prix du concours Libé-Apag dans la catégorie dessin.




mercredi 15 octobre 2014

lundi 13 octobre 2014

getting there : ed ruscha





Ed Ruscha taking a Los Angeles ride down memory lane
by Matthew Donalson
for Nowness





jeudi 9 octobre 2014

Milton Avery


black sea

birds over sky

white wave

advancing sea

oregon coast

sally


What was Avery's repertoire ?
His living room, Central Park, his wife Sally, his daughter March, the beaches and mountains where they summered; cows, fish heads, the flight of birds; his friends and whatever world strayed through his studio : a domestic, unheroic cast. 
But from these there have been fashioned great canvases, that far from the casual and transitory implications of the subjects, have always a gripping lyricism, and often achieve the permanence and monumentality of Egypt.
Mark Rothko on Milton Avery






mercredi 8 octobre 2014

architecture of patagonia




browsing through my picture folder
nostalgic wave ~



mardi 7 octobre 2014

the blue of distance



The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. 
Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.

A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit


pictures taken last year in argentina.





vendredi 3 octobre 2014

mercredi 1 octobre 2014

lately



Evening star, N.III by Georgia O'Keeffe
sheeps, by Renilde Depeuter

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watching :: We Can Be Heroes