Monday, May 31, 2010
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books, the interrogation
Adam seemed to be alone in this ability to die whenever he wanted, a private hidden death; the only living creature in the world who was passing insensibly, his flesh not decaying and putrefying, but freezing into a mineral. - Le Clezio, from The Interrogation
At the conclusion of a life full of concentrated memories it was a kind of pale phantom in ghostly outline, like a dingy patch of snow; it was leaking away over the brown floor, evasive and persistent. It was a lobular cloud, or a fleck of soft foam, dissociated from blood and terror, sailing on the surface of dirty water. It was what remains from an instant of linen-washing, what floats, what turns blue, what traverses the thick of the air and bursts before ever it can be polluted, before ever it can be killed. - Le Clezio, from The Interrogation
books, shantaram
She loved the guy. She did it for him. She would have done anything for him. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat and your self respect and your independence. -Gregory David Roberts, from Shantaram
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Press post
Although not credited and now reduced to a cropped version but still nice to see a first press shot:
Filter Magazine
(New Orleans cemetery and wine on quite the spectacular day)
The original of Jesse / JBM
Filter Magazine
(New Orleans cemetery and wine on quite the spectacular day)
The original of Jesse / JBM
Monday, May 3, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
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