Monday, December 31, 2012

Hats...






“One cannot be neutral in the presence of a hat. It sends a message. When I think about the design of a hat, I consider what that message might be, and what is inside the head upon which the hat might sit. For it is with our minds that we manage and manipulate the world. The first element of design is how the hat will frame the wearer’s face. The gaze is usually directed to the face and the eyes and the person sporting the hat has to be comfortable with the likelihood of attracting the attention of perfect strangers. I try to imagine myself as the woman who will wear a particular design and thus consider how serious or frivolous the hat should be. In design there is a fine line separating a lovely adornment from one that is slightly ridiculous, but the true character of a hat is how it is worn. Personal style and state of mind are what make a hat mysterious or alluring or demure. Hats create amazing possibilities.”
-Patricia Underwood

Friends...




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Silver balloons...




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I.M. Pei





Ernesto Guevera





Cat...





Wild World...
Now that I've lost everything to you,
you say you want to start something new,
and it's breaking my heart you're leaving,
baby I'm grieving.

But if you wanna leave take good care,
hope you have a lot of nice things to wear,
but then a lot of nice things turn bad out there.

Oh baby baby it's a wild world,
it's hard to get by just upon a smile.
Oh baby baby it's a wild world.

I'll always remember you like a child, girl.
You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do,
and it's breaking my heart in two,
cause I never want to see you sad girl,
don't be a bad girl,
but if you want to leave take good care,
hope you make a lot of nice friends out there,
but just remember there's a lot of bad and beware,
beware,

Oh baby baby it's a wild world,
it's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh baby baby it's a wild world,
and I'll always remember you like a child, girl.

Baby I love you, but if you wanna leave take good care,
hope you make a lot of nice friends out there,
but just remember there's a lot of bad,
and beware, beware,

oh baby baby it's a wild world,
it's hard to get by just upon a smile.
Oh baby baby it's a wild world,
and I'll always remember you like a child, girl.

On the road to find out...
Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out
I left my folk and friends with the aim to clear my mind out
Well I hit the rowdy road and many kinds I met there
Many stories told me of the way to get there

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to findout

Well in the end I'll know, but on the way I wonder
Through descending snow, and through the frost and thunder

I listen to the wind come howl, telling me I have to hurry
I listen to the robin's song saying not to worry

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to findout

Then I found myself alone, hopin' someone would miss me
Thinking about my home, and the last woman to kiss me, kiss me

But sometimes you have to moan when nothing seems to suit ya
But nevertheless you know you're locked towards the future

So on and on you go, the seconds tick the time out
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to findout

Then I found my head one day when I wasn't even trying
And here I have to say, 'cause there is no use in lying, lying

Yes the answer lies within, so why not take a look now?
Kick out the devil's sin, pick up, pick up a good book now

I want to feel sunlight on my face...

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name




Bauhaus




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Unionmade x Alden (crazy)






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Shoe(s)




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Thanks...




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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Wrong

“The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget about being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that—well, lucky you.”

― Philip Roth, American Pastoral



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Hold my keys...




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The NRA's new ad campaign...






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Ornellaia




I call them the “aia” wines: Sassicaia, Solaia, and Ornellaia. Others refer to them as Super Tuscans, vini da tavola, or indicazione geografica tipica- shortened in that uniquely American way of speaking to IGT.

Each wine has its style, grape selection, and place in the wine world’s constellation. And they are owned by different branches of the Antinori family tree.

For decades, Marchese Lodovico Antinori observed that his cousin’s Sassicaia winery, in Tuscany’s then unknown Bolgheri area, won acclaim and a following among Europe’s royalty and wine cognoscenti. Perhaps with some degree of family competitiveness, he purchased land adjacent to Sassicaia in 1981 and founded Tenuta dell’ Ornellaia.

At the outset, Ornellaia employed a Bordeaux-styled blend of cabernet sauvignon, merlot and cabernet franc. A decade ago, it added a small amount of petit verdot to the assemblage. Ornellaia was consistently very good, and its 1998 rendition was selected Wine of the Year by the Wine Spectator magazine.

In November 1999, Robert Mondavi purchased a minority share of Ornellaia, and two years later partnered with Tuscany’s Marchesi de Frescobaldi to take over the entire wine estate. Ownership changed again when Mondavi’s financial problems caused its sale to the international giant beverage company, Constellation Brands; it also permitted Frescobaldi to exercise its option to buy all of Mondavi’s Ornellaia shares, making it the sole owner of the estate since 2005.

While the ownership chairs were revolving, the winemaking remained in professional hands. Tim Mondavi consulted with Thomas Duroux, who was Ornellaia’s winemaker from 2001 until he moved to Chateau Palmer in 2004. Since then, German-born and Bordeaux wine educated-and-trained Alex Heinz has been the winemaker. And the controversial international wine consultant Michel Rolland has remained part of the team.

I have been tasting and collecting Ornellaia (and its single-vineyard 100 percent merlot bottling, named Masseto - but that wine is its own story) from the late 1990s. Here are some observations.

At the beginning of this Millennium, Ornellaia was nearly two-thirds cabernet sauvignon, just shy of one-third merlot and completed with a dash of cabernet franc. The aging in French oak barrels was moderate by New World standards, yielding a wine with aromas and flavors ranging from black olives and black cherries to secondary sensations of tobacco. Mild tannins and acidity supported the rich fruit and oak flavors giving the wine balance. Ornellaia was centered between New World richness and Bordeaux elegance.

The 2001 Ornellaia is superb and still vibrantly young. It’s about $200 in the auction market; and about $250 retail. I don’t advocate buying a decade old wine from a store unless you know the retailer has pristine storage conditions. Wine bottles sitting on a shelf or rack are exposed to countless hours of light, motion, and room temperature, all conditions damaging to wine.

After the excellent start in 2001, Ornellaia produced a better wine than others in Italy’s dismal rain-soaked 2002 vintage. This was followed by Europe’s scorching summer of 2003, that made every wine atypical and Ornellaia was no exception. Buying either of these vintages now is not encouraged.

As we entered the middle of the decade, Ornellaia added petit verdot to its blend and maintained its excellent balance, even in the difficult 2005 vintage.

The 2004 is mouth-filling. Its rich black fruit flavors and integrated tannins give 04 Ornellaia a luxurious texture and great length. It will also have great life: in a proper cellar, 20 to 25 years. Retail and auction price for the 2004 Ornellaia is $175-200. Which ever market you use, make sure the wine has been in temperature-controlled storage.

Weather was not generous to winemakers from Tuscany and northward in 2005. Many wines are lacking body and fruit while possessing substantial tannins and acidity (this is particularly true in Piedmont). The 2005 Ornellaia escaped that fate. It takes a challenging vintage, where attention to detail in the vineyard and winemaking is demanded, to show why a winery like Ornellaia is consistently world-class. Both retail and auction markets price the 2005 at $150.

In 2006, Ornellaia’s blend had 56 percent cabernet sauvignon, the first time it was below 60 percent, and it has remained beneath that level. The only change I’ve perceived is that when tasting the wine upon its release, it exhibits a little more vanilla aroma and flavor from the French barrel aging and it feels a little plusher on the palate.

The 2006 and 2007 are superb wines. Each offers bountiful fruit flavors, supporting tannins, long savory finish. They are immensely appealing in their youth-like a fashion model wearing form fitting clothes. But both will be much more majestic later in life. To get the best from the 2006 and 2007 Ornellaia, you’ll need to cellar the former for a decade and the latter for a dozen years. Both retail for about $175.

In a little over a quarter-century, Ornellaia has placed itself among the very best Italian wines. As with the other two “aia” wines, collectors seek it for its quality and aging potential. Ornellaia comes to us from the Old World, but bearing New World sheen. It’s modern without being excessive.

Words by John Foy and photo by Ornellaia

Allen Ginsberg

"I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane."



Crush





Crazy how it feels tonight
Crazy how you make it all alright love
You crush me with the things you do
I do for you anything too
Sitting smoking feeling high
In this moment it feels so right
Lovely lady
I am at your feet
God I want you so badly
I wonder this
Could tomorrow be
So wondrous as you there sleeping
Let's go drive 'till morning comes
Watch the sunrise to fill our souls up
Drink some wine 'till we get drunk
It's crazy I'm thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
Here I'm dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down
Is this real or am I dreaming
Lovely lady
Let me drink you please
I won't spill a drop I promise you
Lying under this spell you cast on me
Each moment
The more I love you
Crush me
Come on
It's crazy I'm thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
Here I'm dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down
Is it real or am I dreaming
Lovely lady
I will treat you sweetly
Adore you I mean you crush me
It's times like these
When my faith I feel
And I know how I love you
Come on
Lady
It's crazy I'm thinking
Just as long as you're around
And here I'll be dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down
To each other we'll be facing
By love we'll beat back the pain we've found
You know
I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking deep inside
My friend
With each moment the more I love you
Crush me
Come on
So much you have given love
That I would give you back again and again
Meaning I'll hold you
And please let me always

Robert Motherwell











Weird High School Art Teachers In Retrospect




Do turtleneck sweaters remind you of that weird art teacher you had in school? The one that was always trying to get you to "paint your feelings" and congratulated you on that "vase" you made for the pottery section? You hated on him then, but now that you’re in or out of college, you realize his closet probably smelled more like weed than paper mache, and that those weird color blocked paintings he thought you’d like were Rothko's and girls who don’t wear bras love Rothko. THAT GUY WAS NEXT, NEXT LEVEL. Shout out to the all the stoner art teachers that were early adopters of this turtleneck swag shit. Buy this sweater from Norse Projects and get your art teacher on. Smoke some particularly strong weed and then go to an art school kid's exhibition and son the shit out of some huge fucking idiot trying to be the next Marina Abramovic.

- Jon Moy



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Terminator X





Margiela

From MMM STREET volume 1&2




























Mobb Deep




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Sunday Mornin' Coming Down...




Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

Neapolitan Dandy...




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More than this?




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Herringbone




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Jean-Luc Godard




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Cafe con leche




















Crema






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Saturday, December 29, 2012