Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Black is Beautiful Story in L'Officiel
Gabourey Sidibe
Monday, November 1, 2010
Denim Daydream
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I'm enchanted by Kemp and Sean Lennon
Sean Lennon and Charlotte Kemp outside his studio in Upstate New York! What an inspiring landscape, right? We are the first team ever to shoot there. They were amazing. Charlotte is brave and Sean is such a gentleman. Priscilla Polley styled and Angela DiCarlo did hair and makeup. Please go to my site to see the full story.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
One of My Favorites
Why I Am Not a Painter
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
- Frank O'Hara
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
- Frank O'Hara
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Dawn is Mine: Lula Issue #10
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
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