here we come

find me, nothing more

Edward, see those alluring lights ?

I saw you before I met you

Dita Parlo in L'Atalante

je me suis tuée

angels

Philadelphia, 1961
George Krause

They do not understand
The urgency of life

1963

Kiss My Shades

So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath

Rita Tushingham from "A Taste Of Honey" on the cover of Hand in glove

A-list

Double-pack with a photograph
Extra Track (and a tacky badge)

Can you hear them

Can you hear them
The helicopters
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in

Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea

Are you still ill?

You dressed me in my glad rags
You in your Gladiolia
Just like those other lifetimes
At least that's what you told me
The taste of reality was
Such a hard, bitter-sweet pill
You took to your bed again

You don't eat meat
But you eat your heart out

Sandie on Steven

butterflies with pride

She told me once there is a part of her in everyone, though Neil believes I'm more Delirium than Tori, and Death taught me to accept that, you know, wear your butterflies with pride. And when I do accept that, I know Death is somewhere inside of me. She was the kind of girl all the girls wanted to be, I believe, because of her acceptance of "what is." She keeps reminding me there is change in the "what is" but change cannot be made till you accept the "what is."

Tori on Delirium

Perch

Dave McKean

gatti e bambini

Conoscere i bambini è come conoscere i gatti. Chi non ama i gatti non ama i bambini e non li capisce. C'è sempre qualche vecchia signora che affronta i bambini facendo delle smorfie da far paura e dicendo delle stupidaggini con un linguaggio informale pieno di cicci e di cocco e di piciupaciù. Di solito i bambini guardano con molta severità queste persone che sono invecchiate invano; non capiscono cosa vogliono e tornano ai loro giochi, giochi semplici e molto seri.

Bruno Munari

Bring flowers

11. 56 Saturday night

meet me in piccadilly station

manchester, so much to answer for

To burst grin giggle bliss skip jump sing and shout

Pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls
Tear up the stairs and tear up the floors
Oh just burn down the house!
Burn down the street!
Turn everything red and the beat is complete
With the sound of your world
Going up in the fire

Doing the unstuck

Thistles

Photo by Anton Corbijn

Apart

And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Joy Division

Track 1 recorded in March 1980 at Strawberry Studios, Stockport.
The 12" cover artwork comes from the Staglieno Cemetery in Genova.

When Pennie met the Clash

The New York Palladium, 21 September 1979.
Photo by Pennie Smith

futura

sì, ho trovato subito qualcosa da postare.
Collage art girl

Play it for today
I'd like to leave the country
For a month of Sundays

le Petit Faune

Que voulez-vous que je fasse? De la couture, de la dactylographie, ou le trottoir? Le Music-hall, c'est le métier de ceux qui n'en ont appris aucun.

Colette

I, Etcetera

The truth is that Mozart, Pascal, Boolean algebra, Shakespeare, parliamentary government, baroque churches, Newton, the emancipation of women, Kant, Marx, and Balanchine ballets don't redeem what this particular civilization has wrought upon the world. The white race is the cancer of human history

Susan Sontag
1933-2004