Ali with her head in things.

 Ali put her head in the freezer, in the stove, in the hoist.

BUILD YOUR CASTLE, STOP COLLECTING STONES AND THE RIVER BED SHALL NOT BE YOUR HOME

Beautiful paintings of marine battleships by van de Velde, Baur, Chambers and the like.

LYNN GOLDSMITH

Lynn Goldsmith is a pioneer amongst the rock photographers and one of my favorites. These are some of my favorite pictures she took, a lot are in black and white and a few in color.

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JOHN WHITE ALEXANDER ~ PT. I

I recently fell in love with the paintings of John White Alexander.

pompous fabrics, deep dark cats with satin fur, pastel flowers, sensitive lighting, contemplation, pale bodies and rosy cheeks, i am going to dream about shadows tonight...

South of Brooklyn

Five days a week I find myself in the very south of Brooklyn. I go there to learn things. It's a far ride to get to this place, but whenever I got a little time, I like to walk around and capture what surrounds me down by the sea. It's different from Clinton Hill and reminds me of my time back in Southwick, England. The foggy days are the best, although one can't see very far, the things close by look even more beautiful.

These were taken on some non-foggy afternoon:

ROBERT AND PATTI

 I am almost finished reading JUST KIDS and realized how much Patti Smith makes me feel less like a fool. It's been four months since I turned into someone else. The other day I found 16 $ on Marcy Avenue. That happened sometime before, about a year ago on Johnson Street, 16$ on the ground, next to the trash bins. I forgot what I bought with the money from Johnson St., but this time I bought a full meal and a book with French poetry, which I despise. It didn't make any sense, but it made me feel good. And then I turned to Patti and felt understood.

Particularly this part stuck with me, so I wrote it down:

BROOKLANDBOUND

Back in Brooklyn these days, I can see a remarkable improvement of my life and happiness. I am sitting at the Colador Cafe on Bedford Avenue, together with a friend who I recently made. They are playing Coldplay and Latinopop din. I believe I feel content. My house is on the other side of the street. Two of my three roommates are Turks. One of them has a German girlfriend, which is quite pleasant to know. I haven't spoken German with someone face to face in a very long time. Last thing I remember was the laundromat coin exchanging machine telling me to "remove my card" after I pressed the 'in German' option (Bitte entfernen Sie Ihre Karte!). That was incredible. 

Once upon a time... in America...:

"WILD AT HEART" APPRECIATION TIME

It's been a while since I watched this movie, but I think I'll pour some wine now and enjoy the madness. Here are some screenshots for you.