the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: July, 2007

“I am dead, but I can’t leave you.”

 

David: Come over here Maria. Look at yourself in the mirror. You are beautiful. Perhaps more so than in our time. But you’ve changed. I want you to see that you’ve changed. These days you cast rapid, calculating, sidelong glances. Your gaze used to be direct, open, and without any disguise. Your mouth is an expression of discontent and hunger. It used only to be soft. Your complexion has become pallid, you use make-up. Your fine, broad forehead now has four creases above each eyebrow. You can’t tell in this light, though you can in daylight. Do you know how they get there? Indifference, Maria. And this fine contour from the ear to the chin, it’s no longer quite so evident. That’s where complacency and indolence reside. Look here, at the bridge of the nose, why do you sneer so often, Maria? Do you see, you sneer to often. Do you see, Maria? Beneath your eyes, those sharp, barely visible wrinkles of boredom and impatience.
Maria: Do you see all that in my face?
David: No, but I feel it when you kiss me.
Maria: You’re making fun of me. But I know where you see it.
David: And where would that be?
Maria: In yourself. Because we’re so alike, you and me.
David: You mean the selfishness, the coldness, the indifference?

(quotes from cries and whispers, ingmar bergman 1972).

goodnight ingmar.

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P is for Picasso and Plato

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Picasso, Le Repas frugal (The Frugal Repast). 1904

“People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.”

Plato

jerry garcia is turning in his grave right now

because this summer of love is a fraud.

and balenciaga’s resort 2008 is fabulous.

the ue says: if you’re going to change the world do it in orthopedic grandma stilettos.

jewels for LA hipsters

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from Flair Mag June2006

a tale for the wrist cutters

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from the sart

the long arm of a saguaro reaches for you

 

Once upon a time an old Indian woman had two grandchildren. Every day she ground wheat and corn between the grinding stones to make porridge for them.

One day as she put the water-olla on the fire outside the house to heat the water, she told the children not to quarrel because they might upset the olla. But the children began to quarrel. They upset the olla and spilled the water and their grandmother spanked them.

Then the children were angry and ran away. They ran far away over the mountains. The grandmother heard them whistling and she ran after them and followed them from place to place. but she could not catch up with them.

At last the older boy said, “I will turn into a saguaro, so that I shall live forever and bear fruit every summer.”

The younger said, “Then I will turn into a palo verde and stand there forever. These mountains are so bare and have nothing on them but rocks, I will make them green.”

The old woman heard the cactus whistling and recognized the voice of her grandson. So she went up to it and tried to take the prickly thing into her arms, but the thorns killed her.

That is how the saguaro and the palo verde came to be on the mountains and the desert.

(a pima legend)

style notes from the natives

North American Indian, The Valley of the Rosebud

(how to wear feathers in the hair)

North American Indian Tsawatenok girl head and shoulders portrait facing front

(mother of pearl earrings)

North American Indian Saguaro gatherers Maricopa tribe

(how to dress for 115 degree weather)

p.s. amazing archive of native american photos here