[Immortality] take it, it’s yours…
[DEVIANT MUSIC] …give it away
[SUPER VILLIAN MUSIC]
I have always found that there is something raunchy about produce. Maybe it’s the way they’ve been piled together, beads of water absorbing into their skin-caressed by deviant hands & unsatiated desires of culinary fethisim. Hopes of being ingested fresh with their nutrients intact in non-fictional prose. Simply bringing them to a simmer is enough to unleash their kinkiness- keeping them tender; as too much heat degrades the health benefit- It would be best to eat them raw i’ve been told…I’ve experienced…now, I could be surprised that everything would come to a post apocalyptic standstill as elongated roots of such a division plant themselves within the earth-traveling the soil in suede pointtoe pumps-aqua flowered vines entangle one another…bending to the dulling sounds of the cashiers’ lost focus. Fantasies of sampling nectar are recurring daydreams in Wholefoods. Appendages, lush with supple berries, provoke every memory of photos seen in elementary school portraying the Amazon’s seductive beauty. Shades of mahogany, rich, towering in a manner of inspiration serves the imagination of any man daring enough to embark on such an ascent- undaunted by the journey of one’s eyes tracing a route to the vast canopy above the rainforest’s floor. When in reality 6’5”, in heels, surpasses light years- beyond stars, consoling the venturer to embrace asylum amidst the clouds’ bosom. Indeed, everything stands still. It must, for not all trees in the Garden were intended to be devoured. Foresight of sin is cryptic when redefined by palatable sweetness. To be lost in nature is a concept made romantic by self service. Deforestation. Things will eventually go back to normal- attention will be recycled. We will empty our wallets on everything which meets a standard. However, none of us will leave knowing whether or not she was organic.
…with love, [ME]
[GIVE MORE]“Have you ever come across a homeless individual and felt totally uncomfortable?You see them and you know they are in need, but you are not sure what to do. You know that handing them money is not the best thing. But, you also see that they clearly have some needs. Their lips are chapped. They are hungry. They are thirsty. They are asking for help.How can you help?Here is a simple idea - blessing bags.
This was such an easy project. We are now going to keep a few “Blessing Bags” in our car so that when we do happen to see someone on the streets who is homeless, we can hand them a Blessing Bag. I first learned of these bags from my friend, Julie. I am using the picture of her bags (see above) because the ones we took were taken in horrible lighting and turned out really grainy and hard to see what is inside of them.If you’d like to make your own Blessing Bags, this is what you would need:Gallon size Ziplock bagsitems to go in the bags, such as:chap stickpackages of tissuestoothbrush and toothpastecombsoaptrail mixgranola barscrackerspack of gumband aidsmouthwashcoins (could be used to make a phone call, or purchase a food item)hand wipesyou could also put in a warm pair of socks, and maybe a Starbucks gift cardAssemble all the items in the bags, and maybe throw in a note of encouragement. Seal the bags and stow in your car for a moment of providence.This would be a great activity to do with some other families. Each family could bring one of the items going into the bags (ex: toothbrushes). Set up all the items around a table and walk around it with the ziplocks and fill the bags.”
[Karl Lagerfeld: Zillions]
Malcolm Venville’s Crusade to Pose a Single Question to the Illustrious Designer at His Alpine Exhibition
There aren’t many people who you’d endure several flights, two long train journeys, exceedingly early wake-up calls and a soggy McDonald’s hamburger dinner to spend one minute with—but that’s how powerful the pull of fashion legend Karl Lagerfeld can be. And that pilgrimage is exactly what director Malcolm Venville undertook for a brief encounter with the Chanel and Fendi designer, artist, photographer and one-man cultural phenomenon in St. Moritz in February, where the polymath was revealing an exhibition at Galerie Gmurzynska. The series featured Lagerfeld’s new set of fire etchings on glass—based on portraits of his muses such as Theophilus London, Freja Beha Erichsen and Aymeline Valade—and evolved the Kaiser’s extraordinary photographic legacy, which has yielded not only a multitude of ad campaigns, but also groundbreaking books like The Metamorphosis of an American and The Beauty of Violence, both of which distilled the model-to-muse relationship, focusing respectively on male faces Brad Koenig and Baptiste Giabiconi. Navigating the alpine VIP frenzy, filmmaker Venville came straight up against the unrealistic expectations of the Kaiser’s media and creative schedule. Hence he delivered just one potent question, appealing to Lagerfeld’s savoir faire. “To borrow from Hamlet,” says Venville, “brevity is the soul of wit, and he couldn’t be more interesting in that respect.” The director would know, having helmed the films 44 Inch Chest starring John Hurt and Ray Winstone and Henry’s Crime with Keanu Reeves. “I felt there was a lot of power in his answer,” he says of Lagerfeld. “It’s all about the artistic process being intuitive and spontaneous.”