It’s wintery and blustery and plain bone-licking cold today, and dark like evening at 3:26 pm. As a remedy, I would like to swim in a Dale Frank painting. I imagine it would be like thick warm olive oil, or cream, or like sliding into a just-set panna cotta….
A very chilling photographic series by the ‘incomparable’ Erwin Blumenfeld.
I imagine this scrawled in lipstick on the mirror after a fight with my lover. A perfect conciliatory gesture.