the strange and the beautiful
lie within this treasure chest
Monday, 28 September 2009
Under my Thumb by Rolling Stones
Well this is a blog of treasures, and as this has been stuck fast in my head and on my apple tree for a good week it is probably about time. oh the jagger stagger.
"Yesterday... I strolled a little beyond the glade for an hour and a half... At last i feel asleep on the grass, and awake with a chorus of birds singing around me, and squirrels running up the tree and some woodpeckers laughing, and it was as pleasant and rural a scene as ever i saw, and i did not care one penny how any of the beasts or birds had been formed "
Charles Darwin writing from Moor Park to his wife Emma.
An inspiring lady whose role in the underground restaurant movement inspires me, and whose writing i find at times slightly scathing, still highly charming.
Log Blog, in accordance with the southampton based Log Jam a brilliant night ran by two bearded wanders, that sees live improvised music and freestyle drawing entertain the masses monthly.
This blog documents these nights, with mp3's and galleries.
Megan's changing the world step by step, and this is her space to document it, my own favourite eco warrior, with a keen habit of eating food for less than 2 pounds a day.
These women, a pair of best friends, produced something i loved, the 3191 of mornings/evenings, after moving 3191 miles apart they both took a photo every morning/evening and then published them next to each other to document their activities that evening, there are beautiful moment of synchronicity, and opposition. An idea i wish i had had for my estranged bests.
"In 1966 and again in 1968 a man heads to the roof of a YMCA to model dozens of pairs of women's bikini bottoms. Then in 1969 and 1972 he heads to the beach to model some more."
I keep meaning to post this because I am sort of in love with strange perversions.
Perversions fascinate and amaze me, and i like the way they become obsessions.
Like, he just keeps coming back to this, after several years, like he HAS to do it.
I wander if other men do this on other roofs in other women's underwear?