“Gypsy Interiors is a series of portraits capturing the private world of these outwardly loud,
vivacious people. Here he finds a rich and profound intimacy, hidden but exhibited among
antique furniture, tapestries, paintings, religious images, china, staircases and mirrors,
set into large rooms or sometimes minimized in empty spaces waiting to be filled.
Images of women sitting on elegant sofas or portrayed during intimate family moments,
young people lounging on beds in their luxurious rooms, elders immortalized amongst
their mementoes, proud faces of parents admiring their children. These are portraits of
a people wanting to show that they have finally succeeded in finding and forging
a place and a dignified future within our society, without losing the gypsy values,
handed down orally, that come from the hearts of their ancestors.”
☛ I’ve been totally fascinated by Carlo Gianferro’s series of photographs
of Roma/Gypsy interiors. I stare at them again and again, trying to parse
their distinct style that mixes futurist deco curves, and dacha sentimentality,
with caravan coziness, and outrageous bling. Larger images can be seen
courtesy of Mr. Saturnic. I deeply desire both the Roma/Gypsy Interiors
book and the Gypsy Architecture book. That is a very unsubtle hint, yes?
They are both just mind-blowing – I need them to pore over continually, please.

(This photograph, and the next were taken by Baby Cujo)

☛ Stumbling upon a fine specimen of tumbleweave
never ceases to bring me joy. This urban phenomenon
is documented in a flickr group devoted to tracking lost
weaves in the wild. I know I’ve lost my share!
Oh, little weave! Wherefore art thou?
☛ neithersnow
I am in love with this beautiful calligraphy, (thanks Nubby!)
Handwriting is incredibly important to me. I can instantly adore someone,
without ever having met them – based on their handwriting! My beloved
stepmom has amazing handwriting, and is incredibly gifted at handwriting
analysis. I’ve learned a few things from her, over the years. Most importantly,
she gave me the impetus to work on my own hand, by giving me my first
calligraphy set. It transformed my awkward, hateful adolescent penmanship
into something slightly more graceful. I don’t write as much as I’d like to lately,
(with a pen, anyhow) so there’s much room for improvement. I really believe
that you can change your temperament by working on your handwriting.
☛ I stumbled upon A Silent Flute’s super blog the other night,
and got hooked on his crazy mixes. Good writing music.
Also good if you’re Tina Chow. On a yacht. In the moonlight.
Wearing all white. Oh yeah. I’ll go ahead and stop now, I guess.
☛ One late night over gin cocktails in New York,
Miss Allison told me a strange tale
about cow tongues nailed to trees in the park. Spookytown.
Bizarre find in Prospect Park –
☛ More late-night discoveries! Thanks to Agent Revo,
who turned me on to the insane video-art of Ryan Trecartin:

“If I didn’t take the liberties to glue these prop knobs
onto my safe space, who would you think that I’d be?”
Perfect for those times when you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy,
and you need to encounter something more spastic and insane
than your own brain. We’re talkin’ about serious cracktivities, children!
☛ I am ENFP, on the Myers-Brigg’s doo-dad.
What are you? Want to know what it’s like to
be me? This thing is so accurate, it’s crazy.
☛ Schadenfreude, much? Regretsy makes me cackle
and cover my eyes simultaneously. Some folks maybe
should not be given access to hot-glue guns, or the internets.
☛ Got any more late-night wonders for me? Float my boat, babies.