Random romantic stuff
The value of pursuing many disparate interests, rather than specializing in one, is the avoidance of any inherent biases in the field. I don’t want to be the hammer that only sees nails. I want to be the toolbox.
Well said my love
I’m always like “omg wow b&w is so beautiful” and then I put b&w film into my camera and I’m like “I’ve made a huge mistake”
Walter Dexel, Composition 1923 IV. Verso and recto. Oil on burlap. Autumn Auction Villa Grisebach.
The backside shows the exhibition history of this painting, starting 1923 in the Gallery Sturm in Berlin. There is a break as he engages in graphic arts and advertising (“Neue Reklame”) and later his opus is classified as degenerate art. Dexel starts painting again in the 1970s and the Composition is exhibited again at several places. Source: Grisebach.
G. Kero - Bowie Shirt
"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long. We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written. It said, “I love you. Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it. He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.” I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase. He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."
- Anna Karina