When I get deep, deep into a necessary or unavoidable timesuck (school, depression), I daydream of creating like at no other time of my life. The key, and the thing I’m working on in my life right this minute, is carrying that frantic “IF ONLY I COULD, I WOULD WRITE A NOVEL AND CONSTRUCT DIORAMAS AND TRAVEL THE WORLD AND MAKE MY OWN INTERNET MOVIES, OH BOY OH BOY” energy over into non-frantic life.
I thought a lot about papercraft this last go-round. My first post-school task is to make my apartment feel livable, alive, and welcoming again. After that: oh, we are MAKING SHIT.
Which is to say, I love this so much and want to try it myself soon.
These portraits are so affectionate and so beautiful.
My friend Amy’s fine eye for the visual, deep love of children’s books, and wide-open curiosity about the world makes all of her travel-related blogging a joy to experience, but I especially loved this roundup of children’s books from her recent travels. I hope she brought an expanding suitcase… And here are her stupendous (STUPENDOUS) drawings from life. I got jealous in the best way.
I know where I am sending every single postcard and other piece of correspondence I might need to mail next time I’m in Paris.
In our data-driven world, everything has a strategy. EVERYTHING.
Making the total count of known books bound in human skin in the greater Boston area… four. FOR NOW.
No clever thing or sincere thing or anything I could say could top the existing title of this piece.
An incredibly candid, giving, and useful look at the long-term creative process and how you can fuck it up with the best of intentions.
Today, Captain Awkward’s column extolled the perils of baby elephant pictures. While I can get on quite an internet tangent of cat pictures and otters and street art, this is my true risk. If there were days upon days of this kind of thing, you all might never hear from me again.
I have thought of doing this and didn’t, and I am grateful someone did.
As for podcasts… oh god, just go listen to 99 Percent Invisible, and I’ll catch you back here in a couple of days.
I’ve had this draft sitting and waiting for so long now. I can’t tell you how good it felt to go back, flesh it out, and get ready to go again. Like doing a forward fold after standing on cement at a concert for two hours, like using a washcloth to scrub inside your ear, like water when you woke up hungover. Hello. Let’s do this.
