“Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.” -Unknown
GPOYW: casual accessory edition
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” - Henry David Thoreau
I used to dislike the rain. Until I watched Midnight in Paris. Today, at lunch, when the dark grey cloud came looming over Bryant Park, everyone scrambled away the minute the drops came down. I stayed out. In the open. Letting the few raindrops just fall on me. Even though I’ve missed the sun dearly, it was refreshing.
And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things. — Maurice Sendak
190 Bowery’s resident. (perhaps)
Since I was a kid, I thought this building was abandoned & was always waiting to see what it would become. Year after year, the neighborhood changed with stores, businesses, and buildings coming & going. But 190 Bowery remained to be this graffitied presence with bums occasionally seeking refuge on its steps. After awhile I stopped wondering. Up until a few years ago, a friend told me an artist, photographer Jay Maisel to be exact, actually LIVED inside. This may or may not be him. But I know this is the FIRST time in 20+ years that I’ve seen someone come out of 190 Bowery.
“”You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.” -Walter Hagen
You have everything you need inside of yourself.
TGIF: starting the weekend with some sun+park time. Enjoy!
It is a nostalgic time right now, and photographs actively promote nostalgia. Photography is an elegiac art, a twilight art. Most subjects photographed are, just by virtue of being photographed, touched with pathos. An ugly or grotesque subject may be moving because it has been dignified by the attention of the photographer. A beautiful subject can be the object of rueful feelings, because it has aged or decayed or no longer exists. All photographs are momento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt. — Susan Sontag, On Photography
(Source: newyorker.com)