"Andy Warhol—I can’t vouch for the accuracy of this—would clear all his desktop objects into a carton, seal it, mark the date, and start over. How often I don’t know. Seasonally, let’s say. And I don’t know whether this was intended as an art project, or as a nostalgia project, or whether he was simply defeating clutter in a very reasonable way. But the thrill, maybe, is in aging ordinary objects into interesting things."
Jason Schwartz interviewed at BOMB
Kacper Kowalski (via)
Bill Brandt, The Pilgrim’s Way, Kent, 1950 (via idlesuperstar)
Jean de Pomereu, Fissure 2 (2008) (via metaincognita)
"A desk, a chair, pens, pencils, a writing machine of one kind or another, and time, lots of time, more time than most people can stand to imagine, in some room or another: these are the writer’s tools. Add place, less easy to define, the where you came from, the where you were exiled from, the where you would rather be, and what is just out the window."
Stanley Crawford, “A Writer’s Rooms”
Heather Ackroyd and Dan Harvey, Ice Lens (2005)
"Willow and the Dogwood" by Talk West
Sound advice for the writer “cramped into anxieties,” from Miklos Szentkuthy’s Towards the One and Only Metaphor.
Inge Morath, Winter landscape by the Caspian sea, Iran, 1956 (via wonderfulambiguity)
"Of solitudes, a moving solitude is finest."
Stanley Crawford, Travel Notes