Hello, Infinite Being

Think pink! Think pink when you shop for summer clothes. Think pink! Think pink if you want that quelque chose. Red is dead, blue is through, green’s obscene, brown’s taboo. And there’s not the slightest excuse for plum or puce—or chartreuse. Think pink! Forget that Dior says black and rust. Think pink! Who cares if the New Look has no bust. Now, I wouldn’t presume to tell a woman what a woman oughta think, but tell her if she’s gotta think: think pink!

Funny Face


Oh Cy

There’s a Cy Twombly retrospective happening in my bed and you’re all invited. Love the movement and the energy in his work. Such beauty.

Click here to marvel.

Here is the Deepest Secret Nobody Knows

Otherwise known as ‘How to Paint a Lump in Your Throat’…

Art, the Heart and Tracey Emin

Art arises from loss. I wish this weren’t the case. I wish that every time I met a new woman and she rocked my world, I was inspired to write my ass off. But that is not what happens. What happens is we lie around in bed eating chocolates and screwing. Art is what happens when things don’t work out, when you’re licking your wounds. Art is, to a larger extent than people would like to think, a productive licking of the wounds.”

— Steve Almond, Candyfreak


What to Do When It Rains

After tea it’s back to painting—a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm.”

— Gustav Klimt

In bed with a few great art history books & the Moleskine as it rains out.


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