Ezra Koenig at the ‘If I Loved You: Gentleman Prefer Broadway-An Evening Of Love Duets' after party at The Shore Club in Toronto, Canada (Photo by George Pimentel)
"Q Train", Nigel Van Wieck
pastel on paper, 22″ x 30″, 1990
René Beauclair, Art Nouveau Pattern Designs, 1900
number one pet peeve of all academia related to literature:
- when men are characters but women are symbols
I’m Madison Montgomery. I make seven million dollars a picture. I have two Teen Choice Awards. My mother put me to work ever since I could talk. I hated it. The last time I saw her, she snorted half my coke and then let the cops bust me for it. I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering. And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything.
i try to take self portraits that can one day be turned into classic paintings.
I want a yellow waterproof coat badly