Scoop

by Todd Colby

I hear you sometimes from a veil.
I swear on the heads of those all around me.
Link arms with a stranger on the subway:
hold on to me,
this is a scary ride, a scary place.
Morning is one scoop peanut butter
one scoop raw honey
two cups coffee.
The rays of light are sandwiched
between you and me
and miles and miles.
Forget the things you'll
do when you get back.
What are you up to now?

Impasse
BY AMANDA JERNIGAN

Sei allem Abschied voran: half

a line from Rilke’s Die Sonette
an Orpheus as my motto,

I rehearsed my elegiac art
(“be in advance of all parting”)

and won, I thought, with each song deeper,
until I stood before the keeper

in whom I’ve come to recognize myself.

a celestial wednesday

top photos by Delphine Chanet

As an art director you get tons of promos from illustrators and photographers. I hate to admit it (cringe if you may), but most end up in trash without my opening them. What makes me stop in my tracks? A combination of simplicity and beauty as these portraits by Joao Canziani. And taking the time to look through his site was every bit worth it.

amazing wallpaper (photo by Jessica Antola)

A dress finisher filling out her application for unemployment insurance at a New York City post office in December 1937. (via nytimes)

This past week I was waiting in line at 1am in the morning to get a hotel room after a canceled flight to New York. I was stuck in Atlanta along with hundreds of other people due to storm. As I stood there and observed the mounting coping mechanisms of the people around me, I wondered who would be prepared to face a major crisis and who would lose it. With our pending economic depression ahead of us we are forced to rethink how we want and should live our lives. Being faced with challenges like these we are made (hopefully) more aware of the essentials that matter and how rich our lives can be with less.

In love with Agnes Thor

her photos here

Impressive new book by photographer James Mollison, Where Children Sleep

love this about page from Amanda Marsalis's site