Wonderful day, isn’t it?
One of my favourite pictures of Salvador Dali, by Philippe Halsman. I think it works pretty effectively as a portrait of both Dali himself and his ideas on art.
Here‘s a 2002 essay by Brandon Luhring about the photo, saying effectively that but in a more erudite manner and going into greater detail. It also gives a good history of the photograph itself and of the photographer. Highly recommended, if you’re feeling scholarly today.
I’m a bit biased in favour of these pictures, because they were all taken in the bustling metropolis of Turin, Italy, from whence I hail. Isn’t a particularly exciting city, but clearly it is home to unexpected beauties.
See for yourselves:
Man, am I ever homesick. Isn’t that last little old lady a strong contender for the title of cutest thing on earth? In the summertime, when all the Bright Young Things desert the city for the beach, the old people come out and take over the city. The men wear black knee socks pulled up over their knobby old legs and dark Bermuda shorts, and the little old ladies wear beautiful flowered housedresses and clogs. They sit in the piazzas and gossip, or slowly hobble through the narrow, narrow streets. It’s one of my favourite sight of the year.
All photos come from Konrad’s flicker photostream. I highly urge further perusal. He has so many wonderful shots that I had to restrain myself to the Turin pictures simply to avoid having a hundred-item post!
And, in fine, I would prove myself a slatternly blogmistress were I not to provide readers with a cheesy Italian rap song about home to finish this post off:
Jovanotti – Questa è la mia casa
(I actually do Jovanotti a great disservice by referring to him as cheesy. He’s awesome. I saw him perform here in New York this March and danced my butt off, in a room full of ecstatic Italians. I highly urge you to check out more of his music, if you can deal with furrin languages.)
Kinderdijk Flowers, from Philipp Klinger.
ETA: Just realised that even when I try to go for cheerful, I end up with gray skies. Wonder what that says about my aesthetic sensibility. Ah well. Amused.
I tend to be a little squicked out by things that are “upcycled”. Firstly, the preciousness of the word brings on a Pavlovian response of murderous rage whenever I hear it. (Much like my irrational hatred of Audrey Tautou … I don’t react well to self-conscious whimsy.) Also, I am really lazy about things like that. My idea of good enviro habits is to reuse an old plastic water bottle until I get grossed out by it and then tossing it. Not ideal, not awful. I get a B in being green. Sigh. Additionally, I have an irrational fear of mold and bacteria (For illustration of said irrationality see: reference to stanky plastic bottle above. No fear there. Inexplicable.) A lifetime of summers in the tropics has taught me much about the horrors associated with decay. Not going to go into details, but… things can go bad really quickly. Understatement.
As a result, I’ve never been into the whole trend of upcycling glass bottles to use as water bottles. I’m clumsy. Carrying glass around could result in shards, and pain, and blood. Not exactly high on my list of priorities. Plus there’s the lurking fear of THE ROT.
Anyway, while poking around Etsy, I came across Strange and Violent Creations. In spite of myself, I found myself rather liking this bottle:
Might have to acquire it for my daily water intake. Except… it’s from an old kombucha bottle! Imaginary bacteria! Eek!