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Spontaneous use of human hands…

Spontaneous use of human hands…

From every perspective, @mcnallyjackson is one of the best bookstores in America. Go there in person to have an O.G. analog moment, and then take those bound & printed log shavings home with you.

Olde & New Amsterdam from Pieter Bruegel the Elder to the present day (literally).
Dutch journalist Tim Brinkhoff @bigthinkers: “One could even argue that “Hunters in the Snow” and “Skating Near a Town” aren’t landscape paintings so much as they are climate paintings. They differ from more conventional landscapes in that they do not simply represent nature for nature’s sake. Instead, they focus on the interplay between the natural world and the human one: the effects that specific weather conditions have on communities, and how those communities adapt to their new reality. In Bruegel and Avercamp, adaptation is successful. As the Saint Louis Art Museum surmises, their paintings portray people and their environments “unaffectedly as a unity.” Ruisdael hints at a different outcome: one where the planet has become inhospitable and uncontrollable.”

Olde & New Amsterdam from Pieter Bruegel the Elder to the present day (literally).
Dutch journalist Tim Brinkhoff @bigthinkers: “One could even argue that “Hunters in the Snow” and “Skating Near a Town” aren’t landscape paintings so much as they are climate paintings. They differ from more conventional landscapes in that they do not simply represent nature for nature’s sake. Instead, they focus on the interplay between the natural world and the human one: the effects that specific weather conditions have on communities, and how those communities adapt to their new reality. In Bruegel and Avercamp, adaptation is successful. As the Saint Louis Art Museum surmises, their paintings portray people and their environments “unaffectedly as a unity.” Ruisdael hints at a different outcome: one where the planet has become inhospitable and uncontrollable.”

Olde & New Amsterdam from Pieter Bruegel the Elder to the present day (literally).
Dutch journalist Tim Brinkhoff @bigthinkers: “One could even argue that “Hunters in the Snow” and “Skating Near a Town” aren’t landscape paintings so much as they are climate paintings. They differ from more conventional landscapes in that they do not simply represent nature for nature’s sake. Instead, they focus on the interplay between the natural world and the human one: the effects that specific weather conditions have on communities, and how those communities adapt to their new reality. In Bruegel and Avercamp, adaptation is successful. As the Saint Louis Art Museum surmises, their paintings portray people and their environments “unaffectedly as a unity.” Ruisdael hints at a different outcome: one where the planet has become inhospitable and uncontrollable.”

Olde & New Amsterdam from Pieter Bruegel the Elder to the present day (literally).
Dutch journalist Tim Brinkhoff @bigthinkers: “One could even argue that “Hunters in the Snow” and “Skating Near a Town” aren’t landscape paintings so much as they are climate paintings. They differ from more conventional landscapes in that they do not simply represent nature for nature’s sake. Instead, they focus on the interplay between the natural world and the human one: the effects that specific weather conditions have on communities, and how those communities adapt to their new reality. In Bruegel and Avercamp, adaptation is successful. As the Saint Louis Art Museum surmises, their paintings portray people and their environments “unaffectedly as a unity.” Ruisdael hints at a different outcome: one where the planet has become inhospitable and uncontrollable.”

Olde & New Amsterdam from Pieter Bruegel the Elder to the present day (literally).
Dutch journalist Tim Brinkhoff @bigthinkers: “One could even argue that “Hunters in the Snow” and “Skating Near a Town” aren’t landscape paintings so much as they are climate paintings. They differ from more conventional landscapes in that they do not simply represent nature for nature’s sake. Instead, they focus on the interplay between the natural world and the human one: the effects that specific weather conditions have on communities, and how those communities adapt to their new reality. In Bruegel and Avercamp, adaptation is successful. As the Saint Louis Art Museum surmises, their paintings portray people and their environments “unaffectedly as a unity.” Ruisdael hints at a different outcome: one where the planet has become inhospitable and uncontrollable.”

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Tall and airy analog warehouse for rent. Composed of bricks & sticks. 6 skylight allow your ideas to take flight. Radiant heat concrete ultra-level & clean floors. 2 bathrooms. DM or text. 🎥 @pascalperich

Big divine projects filled with spirit sometimes simply need an endless heavenly space to allow the work to breathe. @prune

Big divine projects filled with spirit sometimes simply need an endless heavenly space to allow the work to breathe. @prune

Big divine projects filled with spirit sometimes simply need an endless heavenly space to allow the work to breathe. @prune

Big divine projects filled with spirit sometimes simply need an endless heavenly space to allow the work to breathe. @prune

I attended my milestone high school reunion in DC this weekend. I am not sure whether it’s psychologically healthy to confront so many people from the past in one day. But while biking around during some free time, I paid a visit to my family’s ancient former home in the woods, on a road called “Burning Tree”. The property was deserted and I walked around to the rear garden where all my mother’s rose bushes had once stood, proud and red and her private testament to the power of order and hard work and the divine spirit everywhere. But the roses were now all gone. And I felt sooo sad, so saaad. Why had I even bothered to visit…? But there peaking out behind some half leafless twig of a tree stood a statue, a Venus my mother (Héloïse) had fallen in love with, and which she had brought back from Europe in the 60’s and “planted” at the head of her army of red rose bushes. The Venus was still there acting like a good and proper Venus, broken and weather-worn, showing her 250 seasons. And outliving she who planted her decades earlier. A sentinel to memory, and love and life. You couldn’t have invented this. As for my high school reunion, I am still trying to find the words for what it meant for me to see “old” friends, even some from kindergarten thru 6th grade. That’s wrapped up in this same story of searching for lost time.

I attended my milestone high school reunion in DC this weekend. I am not sure whether it’s psychologically healthy to confront so many people from the past in one day. But while biking around during some free time, I paid a visit to my family’s ancient former home in the woods, on a road called “Burning Tree”. The property was deserted and I walked around to the rear garden where all my mother’s rose bushes had once stood, proud and red and her private testament to the power of order and hard work and the divine spirit everywhere. But the roses were now all gone. And I felt sooo sad, so saaad. Why had I even bothered to visit…? But there peaking out behind some half leafless twig of a tree stood a statue, a Venus my mother (Héloïse) had fallen in love with, and which she had brought back from Europe in the 60’s and “planted” at the head of her army of red rose bushes. The Venus was still there acting like a good and proper Venus, broken and weather-worn, showing her 250 seasons. And outliving she who planted her decades earlier. A sentinel to memory, and love and life. You couldn’t have invented this. As for my high school reunion, I am still trying to find the words for what it meant for me to see “old” friends, even some from kindergarten thru 6th grade. That’s wrapped up in this same story of searching for lost time.

I attended my milestone high school reunion in DC this weekend. I am not sure whether it’s psychologically healthy to confront so many people from the past in one day. But while biking around during some free time, I paid a visit to my family’s ancient former home in the woods, on a road called “Burning Tree”. The property was deserted and I walked around to the rear garden where all my mother’s rose bushes had once stood, proud and red and her private testament to the power of order and hard work and the divine spirit everywhere. But the roses were now all gone. And I felt sooo sad, so saaad. Why had I even bothered to visit…? But there peaking out behind some half leafless twig of a tree stood a statue, a Venus my mother (Héloïse) had fallen in love with, and which she had brought back from Europe in the 60’s and “planted” at the head of her army of red rose bushes. The Venus was still there acting like a good and proper Venus, broken and weather-worn, showing her 250 seasons. And outliving she who planted her decades earlier. A sentinel to memory, and love and life. You couldn’t have invented this. As for my high school reunion, I am still trying to find the words for what it meant for me to see “old” friends, even some from kindergarten thru 6th grade. That’s wrapped up in this same story of searching for lost time.

I attended my milestone high school reunion in DC this weekend. I am not sure whether it’s psychologically healthy to confront so many people from the past in one day. But while biking around during some free time, I paid a visit to my family’s ancient former home in the woods, on a road called “Burning Tree”. The property was deserted and I walked around to the rear garden where all my mother’s rose bushes had once stood, proud and red and her private testament to the power of order and hard work and the divine spirit everywhere. But the roses were now all gone. And I felt sooo sad, so saaad. Why had I even bothered to visit…? But there peaking out behind some half leafless twig of a tree stood a statue, a Venus my mother (Héloïse) had fallen in love with, and which she had brought back from Europe in the 60’s and “planted” at the head of her army of red rose bushes. The Venus was still there acting like a good and proper Venus, broken and weather-worn, showing her 250 seasons. And outliving she who planted her decades earlier. A sentinel to memory, and love and life. You couldn’t have invented this. As for my high school reunion, I am still trying to find the words for what it meant for me to see “old” friends, even some from kindergarten thru 6th grade. That’s wrapped up in this same story of searching for lost time.

I attended my milestone high school reunion in DC this weekend. I am not sure whether it’s psychologically healthy to confront so many people from the past in one day. But while biking around during some free time, I paid a visit to my family’s ancient former home in the woods, on a road called “Burning Tree”. The property was deserted and I walked around to the rear garden where all my mother’s rose bushes had once stood, proud and red and her private testament to the power of order and hard work and the divine spirit everywhere. But the roses were now all gone. And I felt sooo sad, so saaad. Why had I even bothered to visit…? But there peaking out behind some half leafless twig of a tree stood a statue, a Venus my mother (Héloïse) had fallen in love with, and which she had brought back from Europe in the 60’s and “planted” at the head of her army of red rose bushes. The Venus was still there acting like a good and proper Venus, broken and weather-worn, showing her 250 seasons. And outliving she who planted her decades earlier. A sentinel to memory, and love and life. You couldn’t have invented this. As for my high school reunion, I am still trying to find the words for what it meant for me to see “old” friends, even some from kindergarten thru 6th grade. That’s wrapped up in this same story of searching for lost time.

I attended my milestone high school reunion in DC this weekend. I am not sure whether it’s psychologically healthy to confront so many people from the past in one day. But while biking around during some free time, I paid a visit to my family’s ancient former home in the woods, on a road called “Burning Tree”. The property was deserted and I walked around to the rear garden where all my mother’s rose bushes had once stood, proud and red and her private testament to the power of order and hard work and the divine spirit everywhere. But the roses were now all gone. And I felt sooo sad, so saaad. Why had I even bothered to visit…? But there peaking out behind some half leafless twig of a tree stood a statue, a Venus my mother (Héloïse) had fallen in love with, and which she had brought back from Europe in the 60’s and “planted” at the head of her army of red rose bushes. The Venus was still there acting like a good and proper Venus, broken and weather-worn, showing her 250 seasons. And outliving she who planted her decades earlier. A sentinel to memory, and love and life. You couldn’t have invented this. As for my high school reunion, I am still trying to find the words for what it meant for me to see “old” friends, even some from kindergarten thru 6th grade. That’s wrapped up in this same story of searching for lost time.

Jason Wu Collection, Spring 2026
@jasonwu and @rauschenbergfoundation present COLLAGE—Wu’s Spring 2026 collection honoring Rauschenberg’s centennial. Drawing on ten works from the Foundation’s holdings and foregrounding the artist’s radical approach to fabric and image, the collection blurs the lines between art and fashion. On loan from the Robert Rauschenberg Foundation, the artist’s twenty-nine panel work “A Quake in Paradise (Labyrinth)” from 1994 created the environment through which models revealed Wu’s creations.

Location: Agger Fish Building @agger_marc
Styling @alex_jordan_harrington⁠
Casting @emperor.lee⁠⁠
Makeup @diane.kendal for @realtechniques⁠ @jasonwubeauty
Hair @jimmypaulhair for @uberliss
Nails @jinsoonchoi for @jinsoon ⁠
Production @focusgrp.global⁠
Lighting @satorestudio⁠
Video: @indigitalimages
Original Music Composed @sebperrinparis ⁠⁠
Press @kcd
Shoes @manoloblahnik
Hosiery @wolford
Intimates: @wearcommando
Beverage: @fijiwater

Photos:  #DanLecca  @elischmidtphoto @greg_scaffidi_studio @andres__altamirano

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

These were my pet bees at their last supper

Lafifa called me today. He said to meet him at 6pm at the @brooklynnavyyard bike lane. He took a big truck tire out of his pocket and said watch this (in his Liberian inflected Spanish) and proceeded to enact something very #duchamp #rauschenberg #Immigrants from #Liberia 🇱🇷 rock. What American could you even pay to do this? Last image is of my spirit-grandfather, also an #immigrant. If you see Lafifa on the street, give him a smile!
#noAI

Lafifa called me today. He said to meet him at 6pm at the @brooklynnavyyard bike lane. He took a big truck tire out of his pocket and said watch this (in his Liberian inflected Spanish) and proceeded to enact something very #duchamp #rauschenberg #Immigrants from #Liberia 🇱🇷 rock. What American could you even pay to do this? Last image is of my spirit-grandfather, also an #immigrant. If you see Lafifa on the street, give him a smile!
#noAI

Lafifa called me today. He said to meet him at 6pm at the @brooklynnavyyard bike lane. He took a big truck tire out of his pocket and said watch this (in his Liberian inflected Spanish) and proceeded to enact something very #duchamp #rauschenberg #Immigrants from #Liberia 🇱🇷 rock. What American could you even pay to do this? Last image is of my spirit-grandfather, also an #immigrant. If you see Lafifa on the street, give him a smile!
#noAI

Lafifa called me today. He said to meet him at 6pm at the @brooklynnavyyard bike lane. He took a big truck tire out of his pocket and said watch this (in his Liberian inflected Spanish) and proceeded to enact something very #duchamp #rauschenberg #Immigrants from #Liberia 🇱🇷 rock. What American could you even pay to do this? Last image is of my spirit-grandfather, also an #immigrant. If you see Lafifa on the street, give him a smile!
#noAI

I don’t usually re-post culture from deep dark enviros, but I completely 100% agree with this artist and zoologist @rachelbrooksart that humans need to wake up to their role on earth. What a brilliant image! We humans bloviate all the time about invasive species, but who’s the real invasive species here…?

Vintage look with a clean zinc-iron finish

Vintage look with a clean zinc-iron finish

Vintage look with a clean zinc-iron finish

Vintage look with a clean zinc-iron finish

Vintage look with a clean zinc-iron finish

Vintage look with a clean zinc-iron finish

Vintage look with a clean zinc-iron finish