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I present to you “The Mystery of the Leaping Fish” by Douglas Fairbanks; a hilarious comedy about the brilliant, drug-addled detective Coke Ennyday, who despite powdering his nose with a giant powderpuff of cocaine, constantly shooting up speed, and eating opium paste like jam, manages to beat the snot out of the bad guys and save the pretty girl (who happens to be a self-saving princess anyway, and manages to save him once or twice too!). This is a pretty terrible print, but hey, if nothing else, it’s a really awesome waste of 25 minutes.
…also, you get Doug in a swimsuit, and HOT DAMN.
I will make the first five people to comment here something handmade in 2012. (I’m aiming for in the next month but no promises.)
The catch is; you have to offer the same to your friends. Non-craftsy peeps, make mix CDs or custom blends of tea, write a poem, bake muffins, anything you made yourself counts. If there’s something you’d like, include it in your comment or drop me a message.
“We’ve sanitized our urban environments to such a degree that any experience that’s out of our control, we automatically react negatively to it.”
Here’s a really neat article on how we respond to different smells, and the impact that has on how we perceive our surroundings, written from an urban/architectural design point of view.
NEW YORK— When a dinner of venison topped with date and tahini sauce was served on plates taken from Saddam Hussein‘s private collection at Park Avenue Autumn for Iraqi-American artist Michael Rakowitz‘s project “Spoils,” the assorted art-world diners didn’t bat an eye — but now New York City’s Iraqi mission has, turning Rakowitz’s piece into an international incident.