that's not art
that's not art
"…everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else."
- David Foster Wallace,
"Regularity, order, desire for perfection destroy art. Irregularity is the basis of all art."
- Jean-Auguste Renoir (via
"Rei Kawakubo invented looking like you got ripped off in a thrift shop. She’s an artist and not trying to be funny exactly, but she’s using wit. My father will never get the joke; he says, “You bought that?!” I wear these things to redneck bars and people would never guess I paid a lot of money for them, It makes me chuckle. But I think it’s the youth that make high fashion pretentious. When I was young I just wore what I could get. You look silly in proper fashion when you’re young but once you’re over 40 you need all the help you can get. I basically pay too much money for clothes that poor people would be embarrassed to wear. Wearing Comme des Garçons is wearing high fashion, but without bragging. And that’s the key, that’s old money and the opposite of nouveau riche."
- John Waters on Comme des Garçons
"That’s what it was like to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those…of those about you. To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another. Now you know- that’s the happy existence you wanted to go back to. Ignorance and blindness."
- ― Thornton Wilder, “Our Town”
"I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
- Henry David Thoreau,
"Carnal apple, woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?"
- Pablo Nerduda (via
"Perhaps death is not the hardest thing in a painter’s life… looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map. Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star…"
- Vincent van Gogh
"For far too long the field of African American/Afro-American/black studies has thought about race as the primary category of analysis for the work that proceeds from the field. The problem with such work has always been, and continues to be, that African Americans and African American experience are far more complicated than this. And it is time that we begin to understand what that means in the form of an everyday critical and political practice. Race is not simple. It has never been simple. It does not have the history that would make it so, no matter how much we may yearn for that degree of clarity. This is a point I have argued in a variety of venues. The point being, if I am thinking about race, I should already be thinking about gender, class, and sexuality. This statement, I think, assumes the very impossibility of a hierarchy or chronology of categories of identity. The point is not just one of intersection, as we have thought of it for so long; it is one of reconstitution. That is, race is already more than just race. Or put another way, race is always already everything that it ever was, though some of its constitutive aspects may have been repressed for various nefarious purposes or for other strategic ones. Either way, it is never simple, never to be taken for granted."
- Dwight McBride, “Can the Queen Speak? Sexuality, Racial Essentialism, and the Problem of Authority,”
Why I Hate Abercrombie & Fitch: Essays on Race and Sexuality
"Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time."
"Icicles … I thought them remarkable because they seemed to grow as a consequence of their own grief, and I wondered whether my feelings would freeze to me by the time they had traveled my length, and whether each of us wasn’t just the size of our consciousness solidified."
- William H. Gass