hybrid genre

So Carl Craig played a dj set to Andy Warhol's film 'Blow Job' last week. Wish I could have been there.

Serenade for Winds, K. 361

The happiest of birthdays to Mr. Mozart. Putting aside major differences in time and space, Wolfgang and Ansel Adams are like peaches and cream, leggings and uggs, coffee and donuts.

[The above photograph is Ansel Adams, not sure where though]

Here's to you, Mrs. Dall-o-way

Who knew despondency and elegance could be captured so easily? I feel ready to read your work, Ms. Woolf.

March 7, 1928

Maurice Ravel on his 53rd birthday in Manhattan (sitting at the piano.) Far right is George Gershwin. I wish bowties were more en vogue these days, as well as loafers at the piano, which I'm sure were buffed to perfection.
Source: Bibliothèque et Archives Canada: Fonds Éva Gauthier/MUS 81

It's too cold to feel anything but nostalgia

Took this photo on my walk to/from MoMA back on Christmas break (can't really remember.) All I know is the Tim Burton exhibit left me feeling like the Governator after a sauna - I can only imagine that he feels awesome after that. And because it's too cold to feel anything but nostalgic, here is his poem, "Stick Boy and Match Girl in Love:"

Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.

Note: I suggest looking at the art that goes along with this poem. Thanks Timbo!