Saturday, May 29, 2010

Hannah Johnson

ph: Billy Kidd

From my vaults: Jane Asher


Deanna Miller

New Stuff: A. L. Kennedy

New stories from one of my favourite authors!

Diana Moldovan

ph: Ionut Staicu

New York

Sabina Karlsson

New Stuff: The ReBeatles Project

The ReBeatles Project is a German band covering modern pop songs in the Beatles style complete with using the orginal studio equipment from the time.


1. Beautiful
2. Get The Party Started
3. Rehab
4. Around The World
5. Fight For Your Right
6. Eternal Flame
7. Do You Really Want To Hurt Me
8. Let Me Entertain You
9. Hold Me Now
10. Poker Face
11. Three Lions
12. Happy Birthday
13. One
14. I Want You (To Say)

Yana Sotnikova

First Lines: A. L. Kennedy - Original Bliss

Mrs. Brindle lay on her living-room floor, watching her ceiling billow and blink with the cold, cold colours and the shadows of British Broadcast light.

Poppy Delevingne

ph: Eric Guillemain

New Stuff: Karen Elson

I thought I'd skip getting Jack White's new The Good Weather album and instead buy his wife's solo effort.

Who's That Girl?

Art: Jerzy Janisch

"Mona Lisa in Sleeping", 1939, National Museum, Warsaw

Friday, May 28, 2010

Emma Balfour

ph: Robert Erdmann

From my vaults: Dorothy Ashby


Kasia Pysiak

New York

Elizabeth Hurley

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

For those of you who've not lived in the country (I mean real farm country, not the Hamptons), a word about barn cats. Most farms have barn cats to keep the mice and rats down. These cats are minimally fed on skimmed milk and table scraps. Otherwise they don't hunt. Of course it often happens that a barn cat becomes a house cat. And that is whar every barn cat, every street cat wants. I find this desperate attempt to win a human protector deeply moving.

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: Ernst Fuchs

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Zenia Sevastyanova

From my vaults: David Ash

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Rianne ten Haken

New York

Alisa Bachurina

ph: Lev Efimov

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

One day at the Stone House, before any of the cats had come to live indoors, I was shooting out in the barn and I looked up and there atop the woodpile behind my target was the little white kitten. I holster my shooting iron and walk over slow, and now I can see the mother cat there on top of the woodpile with three little kittens around her. She sashays over to me and lays her head in my hand.
"I can see you're a good man, Sheriff. Take care of me and my babies."
It was very touching, the simplicity of the gesture. Thousands of years of female cats in that gesture, and the babies behind her: "This is my creation...all I can do...what I have to do."