LEOPOLD et BONAPARTE

The two men of my life, and the poetry, politics, music, and infinite glasses of wine we've shared
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP

(Source: candy-canes-and-christmas-trees)

You cannot leave me, for we are each other, and where would we go? Come into my heart, where you always were, and I will take you with me.

Jeff Foster, for you little prince.

I feel like walking.
Do you feel like coming?
I feel like talking cause
It’s been a long time.

- Soko, First Love Never Die

A bucket list of the world’s most beautiful bookshops.

El Ateneo, Buenos Aires
El Péndulo, Mexico City
Libreria Acqua Alta, Venice
Livraria Lello, Porto

But the heart has many chambers, please recall. There are atria, vitria, valves and electrical wiring all leading through passages festooned with photographs, books, clippings from dreams and memories pinned and taped and annotated cryptically. It’s like the tower room of an ancient professor of humankind. Here an old pipe, there broken shoe, a stack of periodicals long out of print. Only she knows whose chew marks the pipe bears, what miles wore the holes in the shoesole, only she recognizes the echoes of names rippling through the fleshy walls.

- J.P. to P.L.

A la différence d’Andy Warhol, qui portraiturait les stars comme si c’étaient des amis, Alex Katz peint ses proches comme s’ils étaient célèbres.Hommage à des vies inconnues.

A la différence d’Andy Warhol, qui portraiturait les stars comme si c’étaient des amis, Alex Katz peint ses proches comme s’ils étaient célèbres.

Hommage à des vies inconnues.

Who is perfect?