“This isn’t desolation row this is prostate alley.”
— Colin Syme, commenting on “men sitting round a table playing Bob Dylan on acoustic guitar badly” in “The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart,” by David Greig
“This isn’t desolation row this is prostate alley.”
— Colin Syme, commenting on “men sitting round a table playing Bob Dylan on acoustic guitar badly” in “The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart,” by David Greig
I stumbled across German photographer Michael Wolf‘s photography this morning. Fascinating stuff. He uses mega cities as a concrete palette, mixing the colors, geometries and human faces of urban life into images that vibrate tensely between order and chaos.
I particularly liked Architecture of Density and Tokyo Compression …
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Thanks to Slate for pointing me Wolf’s way …
“Summertime Berkeley giving off her old-lady smell, nine different styles of jasmine and a squirt of he-cat.”
— Michael Chabon in “Telegraph Avenue“