“By allowing other people to ridicule any wine you like or criticize the way you enjoy it, or by allowing others to decide for you what is and is not a fine wine, you are genuinely missing the point of wine, which is this: Your enjoyment of any wine is an extension of yourself, your emotions, your experiences, and your circumstances when you drink it.”—
“You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance… You get them wrong before you meet them, while you’re anticipating meeting them; you get them wrong while you’re with them; and then you go home and tell somebody else about the meeting and you get them all wrong again. Since the same generally goes for them with you, the whole thing is really a dazzling illusion empty of all perception, an astonishing farce of misperception. And yet what are we to do about this terribly significant business of other people, which gets bled of the significance we think it has and takes on instead a significance that is ludicrous, so ill-equipped are we all to envision each other’s interior workings and invisible aims?… The fact is that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It’s getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That’s how we know we’re alive: we’re wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that – well, lucky you.”—
“Seeing two cups of bourbon provides the simultaneous frisson of being a teenager doing something absurd and naughty and a middle-aged alcoholic sense of relief that whatever you did to rationalize your first drink of the day is now past and you can get to work (look—it’s a holiday! Drinking eggnog at 11:00 AM on Christmas? Practically required).”—Half Baked, with Nic Musolino: Eggnog | The Awl
“I learned that sitting in the chair and forcing yourself to write long past the point where you feel inspired can actually work. There were many days when I sat there in front of the blank page with the blinking cursor — a familiar situation — wondering, “What the hell do I write now?” — a familiar question. Instead of succumbing to the idea that I had nothing to say, and that I should go away and think about it until I knew what the next thing to write should be, I forced myself to just write something, anything. And I did.”—Janice Erlbaum: Nanowhatnow?
Todd Hido’s enigmatic landscapes explore Northern California, Oregon, Ohio and elsewhere. From his car, he makes carefully crafted with a pallette and sensibility that is unmistakeably his own. This work is from his recent show: A Road Divided, held at both Stephen Wirtz gallery in San Francisco and Bruce Silverstein in New York. For more work:
Recently featured in the Whitney Biennial and New Photography at the MoMA, Beshty’s work utilizes the now-waning analog processes to create playful photography that pushes the boundries of what constitutes photography.
“When you start working everybody is in your studio—the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas—all are there. But as you continue…they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.”—
John Cage, cited by Philip Guston, ‘The Philadelpia Panel’