September 10, 2010 • 2 notes
“Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply part of your being that you, that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.” - Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky, 1949

“Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply part of your being that you, that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.”

- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky, 1949

September 1, 2010 • 1 note
August 24, 2010

Martin Parr on holiday

“Most family albums are a form of propaganda…” 

…turns out Martin Parr’s writing is as incisive as his photos.



Jurmula, Latvia, 1999. Photograph: (c)Martin Parr / Magnum

August 22, 2010 • 2 notes
“Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses.” - John Steinbeck, Cannery Row, 1945

“Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses.”

- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row, 1945

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August 17, 2010 • 2 notes
“Let’s put our heads together, Start a new country up, Underneath the river bed, We burned the river down. This is where they walked, swam, Hunted, danced and sang, Take a picture here, Take a souvenir…” - R.E.M., Cuyahoga, 1986

“Let’s put our heads together,

Start a new country up,

Underneath the river bed,

We burned the river down.

This is where they walked, swam,

Hunted, danced and sang,

Take a picture here,

Take a souvenir…”

- R.E.M., Cuyahoga, 1986

August 16, 2010 • 1 note

Mid-Century Marvels

Click above to check out this pretty sweet series of motels and office blocks by Arizona photographer Michael D Lundgren - the twilight really adds to the atmosphere.



(c) Michael D Lundgren

August 16, 2010 • 1 note

Welcome.

Hopefully if you enjoyed Hip Walk and Art Of The City, you will find plenty here to enjoy over the coming months. Half the reason I do this is to pick up other people’s recommendations too, so please don’t be shy.