Monday 29 June 2009

Everything with wings is restless


A combination of items that inspire in my soul a desire to be wayward.


Into The Wild is one of my favourite films and the above scene is a particularly special part.

Soundtrack by Eddie Vedder. It gives a good idea of the half-despairing, half-elated feel of the film. (I hope that playlist thing I've embedded works..)

Into The Wild is the story of Christopher McCandless and his adventures, a roadtrip to Alaska, inspired by his disillusionment with materialism and enrapturement with nature.

I want to say more about the film, but all I can really think of that does it justice is: Watch it. As soon as possible.

OK, next...

The following photographs are by Mike Brodie:






This is a really great interview with the guy. Some information on Brodie, taken from the interview:

"Mike Brodie left home at 18 for a new life on America’s grid of railways and began to photograph the people he encounters on the tracks and in the squats – those who, for whatever their reasons, embrace the travel culture."

And in his own words:

"But, as far as simply taking photos, I got into it about four years ago when I found a crappy Polaroid (camera) in the back of my friend’s car, and she said I could have it so I went and bought a pack of film and shot a picture of the handlebars of my BMX bike – I used to ride BMX for six years – and it came out with the craziest colors. I was hooked… I started shooting Polaroid. Simultaneously, I met Savannah, my girlfriend, and we both had freight trains rolling by our house. And she’s the wild punk girl I was fascinated with and we wanted to hop trains, but she was still in school, so I said ‘Fuck this, man, I want to ride trains!’ So I quit my job and waited around for a while and she still wasn’t ready so I hopped a train to Jacksonville from Pensacola. I didn’t know what I was doing, and ever since then it’s been a learning process, learning how to ride trains correctly, and what I photographed has evolved."







And most importantly:

Hobo Code, Annual Convention Congress of the Hoboes of America, Chicago, 1894:

1. Decide your own life, don’t let another person run or rule you.

2. When in town, always respect the local law and officials, and try to be a gentleman at all times.

3. Don’t take advantage of someone who is in a vulnerable situation, locals or other hoboes.

4. Always try to find work, even if temporary, and always seek out jobs nobody wants. By doing so you not only help a business along, but insure employment should you return to that town.

5. When no employment is available, make your own work by using your added talents at crafts.

6. Do not allow yourself to become a stupid drunk and set a bad example for locals treatment of other hoboes.

7. When jungling in town, respect handouts, do not wear them out, another hobo will be coming along who will need them as bad, if not worse than you.

8. Always respect nature, do not leave garbage where you are jungling.

9. If in a community jungle, always pitch in and help.

10. Try to stay clean, and boil up wherever possible.

11. When traveling, ride your train respectfully, take no personal chances, cause no problems with the operating crew or host railroad, act like an extra crew member.

12. Do not cause problems in a train yard. Another hobo will be coming along who will need passage thru that yard.

13. Do not allow other hoboes to molest children, expose to authorities all molesters, they are the worst garbage to infest any society.

14. Help all runaway children, and try to induce them to return home.

15. Help your fellow hoboes whenever and wherever needed, you may need their help someday.

16. If present at a hobo court and you have testimony, give it, whether for or against the accused, your voice counts!

No wait, lastly:


A stellar song full of my kind of romance.

Monday 22 June 2009

Wimbledon


All tennis tournaments are great, but Wimbledon's got an extra something that makes it even more fun to watch!







1. Eleni's bakery, NYC 2. Suzanne Lenglen, 1921 3. Helen Wills Moody, 1932 4. Eleni's bakery, NYC 5. Harper's Bazaar, 1932 6. Wimbledon, 1925

Wednesday 17 June 2009

Simpler times

I'm still going through a pretty nasty bout of, as the doctor called it, somethingorother. To be honest, the crippling pain is getting pretty old now. I don't have to take any particularly nasty medicine, but I'd still prefer some maple candy or cocoa made by the people behind Crunchie bars.

The images are from Mary Evans and archive.org and date from about 1855 to 1926. I really enjoy looking at how advertising has changed and glimpsing a little of everyday life over a century ago.









My First Blog

(Hehe, wouldn't it be funny if 10 years from now that ^ was the title of some children's book, like My First Party, My First Teddy Bear? Not mighty unlikely considering even my cat is considering starting a blog (working title: "A Tortoise Shell's Tales of Life After Boxhab"))

Today I deleted my Myspace account. Shock shock? Horror? No I guess this isn't such a big deal.

I don't think I (or anyone I know really) have used Myspace in about 2 years.

But I mostly got rid of it so they'd stop spamming me.

Anyway, the reason this is mentionable (other than for the nostalgia factor. Myspace was a big deal OKAY?) is the blog on my dearly departed profile.

Looking back at the things I posted in early 2006 is really strange. Okay so there were only about 4 posts with very little text, but it was still like one of those days you decide to look under your bed and find a bunch of CDs and books you were really into and kind of missed.

There were a few Frank O'Hara and Carl Sandburg poems, a cupcake recipe and some musing on a box in the sixth form library that was labelled "goddesses, whores, etc". Later, some friends and I carried out a stealth mission to find out what exactly was in this box. Text books. One of the top ten disappointments of my life, I kid you not.

But mostly there were just pictures and photographs and, most likely, a lot of broken copyright laws.

Because I'm vain and reminiscing I'm gonna transpose most of what I posted when I was 16...sorry about this.

Art and photography

Kara Walker:







Yinka Shonibare:






Henrik Knudsen - actually all the photos I originally posted of his had since turned into little broken symbols, but I still admire this guy so I found some new ones to post in their place from the American Journey and Iceland series, which I think are the ones I chose back then:





There was also some Mike Brodie, but I'd like to post about him separately.

Desirable items/style:

Marc by Marc Jacobs:




Calvin Klein:

Celine:





Derek Lam:


Jil Sander:




Dries Van Noten:


East Spirit for Imitation of Christ:
Lanvin:





Prada:



Miu Miu:






Marni:



Moschino:



And then there were these, whose creator/designer I can not remember. I do remember that shortly after this I ripped the pink, yellow and blue ones off using Sharpies and a pair of Topshop plimsoles.





I have to say, the sneakers don't really interest me anymore, but I still covet the first MbMJ, the Calvin Kleins, All the Jil Sander, Dries and Prada. The navy Miu Miu heels are still entirely perfect and my favourites out of the above.

Halloween:

Considering I posted this stuff in April, thinking about a Halloween costume was a bit keen. I did end up attempting to make a skeleton costume, but painting bones onto New Look leggings with acrylic paint was not an easy (or very well-thought through) process and I didn't get much farther than one leg. Anyway, the following were the inspiration:





All right folks, I'm done exploring Memory Lane for now!