Porter will be on Mad Men.
I can't vote anymore today, so
why don't you? (Click here, please.)
Also, see P. H. and the also-fabulous
Hollister (her dear schwester)
in the nyt Home section yesterday.
These are the Good Old Days.
Reader, I believe this is the most
magnificent page I have ever seen.
It is beautiful, mainly, in that it encapsulates
perfectly an art which intrigues so many. I've
read so much about this, over the years, and
I can tell you that no one has even come close
to covering the subject so purely and concisely.
And it is in response to a query, once, from
yours truly. Was it a surprise and is it pure joy?
Yes, and yes. Here.
How did I miss this era?
Did I ever tell you I won the canoe race at camp?
Somehow, this all looks really right to me.
Pair it with a cute midshipman in a raccoon coat, and you've got a deal.
via [marvelous] archival clothing
should one draw, blog, write,
empty the dishwasher, read,
answer emails, tackle projects,
organize mountain of books,
attempt to capture the summer
in 500 words,
or walk the dog?
(also: the springtime-new wisteria needs water)
and, soon, i have something beautiful
to tell you about. written words.
divine ones. [see How to post, above]
(sadie awaits. her leash at the ready.
"...Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile."
Military Duffle, WWI
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Well, while I'd like to explain why a three-day trip to Virginia turned into a weekandahalf, it's something for later. Maybe. In the meantime, being up at this Virginia hour (safely back and cozy in California), I'll just post a few snaps from the Zurich airport. It was quite satisfying; a good place to spend a few extra minutes.
all photos: victoria thorne