There’s a genre of women’s clothing that signals both vague uptightness and intense perversion in a perfect interference pattern and it’s a real god damned shame that there is no equivalent for men.
@fellinysl
Looks like Orville’s boundless creativity isn’t limited to producing leaden sub-musical egesta. He can decorate a house exactly like my evangelical great aunt from fort worth too.
Guy in JFK terminal was yelling Dutch into his phone for 25 minutes. Only words I could understand were him saying “United Nations” over and over.
Then he hung up in a huff and proceeded to pull out and studiously read a MAD magazine
@mcrumps
The colder-than-death tile floor and curtains that give onto nothing.
The camera is like a truth window in a daub lean-to.
They are in the center of the earth.
Contrary to the idea that contemporary media is defined by hyperstumili for short attention spans, the real 21st c. aesthetic is delay, deferment, protraction. Edging.
one of the top streamers is just this guy pretending he's about to pop a balloon and stalling for three hours straight. god tiktok live sucks so fucking much
A favorite thing about Proust and Dostoyevsky is that they depict stylish people always hanging out with annoying freaks and weird boring people, sometimes being indistinguishable from them.
Prescient
fantasizing about an alternative art history where international gothic never declined, Pisanello is Raphael, Latin christianity embraced quietistic mysticism. An old green world.
if the old masters saw a modern gym body—shaped by no meaningful activity, any sense of anatomy reduced to a lurid pleasure map—they would assume it was the result of chronic masturbation
beautiful fantasy of moving back home and all of us aging failing and dying and my parent’s house falling into ruin and the sky being rolled up like a rug and thrown away.
I hate doctors. Their gory trade and years of hazing-as-education give them an earthy frankness that makes them seem trustworthy, but really they are the shock troops of TOTAL SPIRITUAL DEATH!
Always had a gentle contempt for Tenebrism, but looking at de Ribera—who’s paintings are perfectly compositionally sprung and who renders half-light with such keen lividity (like Courbet!)—I have to change my tune
I understand why, in the twilight of the human, the word community carries such weight; but it seems important to emphasize that communities, like families, are not theaters of mercy.
Porn’s relationship to information retrieval systems leads to an over production and precisification of sexual description; this shifts the balance of desire towards rhetorical pleasure. Sex is language now.
Gonna give Proust-posting a rest soon, but another great thing about the book is that Marcel is—almost chiefly—a great lover of art. As such, rather than an account of reality or experience, the story is of the worlds occasioned by others.
I think that’s why it is humane.
At my parents house there is a jar filled with denatured alcohol used to kill ticks they find on the dog.
My little brother calls it “the hell of upside down sinners”.
realized the problem is—in fact—that I am madly & desperately in love with every gay guy in the world
can easily imagine a whole life with every single one
Weird result of terminal media saturation (and concomitant narrative control that is—if not tighter—more totalizing) is that it produces endemic intellectual vanity. Fairly pedestrian ideas are constantly trotted out as great secrets now
I was remembering that video of a woman with dementia saying, in a state of confusion, “kiss my pussy”
And it made me think of all gay guys growing old and deliriously repeating our stock of vulgarities
And it was such a beautiful vision it made me feel universal love.
i think of queer art such as "untitled (portrait of ross in LA)" and "electric fan (feel it motherfuckers)" in opposition of "well anyone could do that" mentality bc No, you Really couldnt
perfume and scented candles got too popular; there’s gonna be a huge multiple-chemical-sensitivity blowback with some extra frisson from lingering covidian respiratory-anxiety.
mark my words
I like PETA’s brand of activism because it is gruesome and histrionic, but seemingly totally unmotivated by any real sentimental attachment to animals.
Recent crop of phenomena exhibiting grotesque exuberance (Pump and dumps, NFTs, downtown’s transfusion of young mean blood) bode ill for spring: seas full of jellyfish, sunstroke, male giddiness, maenadism
A grand reunion of spleens rather than of hearts!
There’s a type of male beauty that has proliferated on the internet whose features are massive hypertrophied muscles and a tiny, porcelain, almost child-like, face.
It represents neither youth nor manhood but a (very literal) man-child.