Saturday, October 30, 2010

Amber Anderson

ph: Sølve Sundsbø

New York

(photo by me)

Tali Lennox

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

  This cat book is an allegory, in which the writer's past life is presented to him in a cat charade. Not that the cats are puppets. Far from it. They are living, breathing creatures, and when any other being is contacted, it is sad: because you see the limitations, the pain and fear and the final death. That is what contact means. That is what I see when I touch a cat and find that tears are flowing down my face.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Vika Kukandina

New Stuff: Bryan Ferry

3 Reasons why I bought this album: he sings a cover version of Song of the Siren, then it's a got a photo of Kate Moss on the cover, and the album got some good reviews.

Heloise Guerin

New Stuff: Frank Horvat

I only came upon this photgrapher just recently, a member of MAGNUM. I was espeicially intrigued by his fashion photgraphy in the 60s, this volume, howvere, presents his more recent work.

Anastassija Makarenko

New Stuff. Roxy Music

So far I've avoided Roxy Music, but since Bryan Ferry just released a new solo album, I thought I'd take the step back in time and check them out.

Amanda Moreno

New Stuff: John Cage

Although there are tons of literature on his music, this is so far the second biography.

Anna Albrekht

New Stuff: John Foxx

A new album by John Foxx is always welcome.

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: Zhang Bin

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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Paulina Nierodzik

From my vaults: Ronnie Barker


Agata Bryl

Bill's Haiku

It's a flying shoe
The jerks were singing a chant
I let it all go


Teresa Dilger

New York

(photo by me)

Kelsey Martinovich

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

  Joan didn't like to have her picture taken. She almost always kept out of group photos. Like Mother, she had an elusive, ethereal quality.
  For the last four years of her life, Mother was in a nursing home called Chateins in St. Louis. "Sometimes she recognizes me. Sometimes she doesn't," my brother, Mort, reported. During those four years I never went to see her. I sent postcards from time to time. And six months before she died I sent a Mother's Day card. There was a horrible, mushy poem in it. I remember feeling "vaguely guilty."

Alina Isachenka

ph: Kori Richardson

Natalia Vodianova

Dovile Virsilaite

ph: Bruno Dayan

Ari Up R.I.P.


Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: Colin Johnson

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Lynn Amelie Rage

From my vaults: Lynn Bari


Jessica Moloney

Bill's Haiku

The bus arrived late
Girls gossiping on the curb
This is not my fate


Quinta Witzel

New York

Aygul Galimullina

First Lines: Edward George Bulwer-Lytton - Paul Clifford

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: Ted Vasin

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Emily Fox

Bill's Haiku

He was an old man
He knew what he was doing
Frankly I did not


Isabella Lindblom

New York

Laura Kenner

First Lines: Charles Dickens - David Copperfield

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

Katy Beal

Kate Moss irrégulière

Padma Lakshmi

New Stuff: Zeitkratzer/Whitehouse

This is somewhat sensational: the distinguished ensemble Zeitkratzer collaborating with legendary William Bennett from Whitehouse!