i need to start my own graduate school maybe where i admit normal people and no freaks and everyone is only a little bit into it and if you drop out i'm like "whatever"
choosing to completely miss the point of your wonderful post: if you want to look at that book you can almost definitely get it via interlibrary loan to your local library
I kind of love the idea of having a personally meaningful but sparsely informed relationship with an artist whose works you encounter sporadically & unexpectedly & cannot otherwise track down. Feels like a W.G. Sebald novel.
it's true—kind of reminds me of the henry james short story "the friends of the friends" in which a narrator is constantly trying to introduce two people to each other and failing (once she sort of succeeds, though, they die, which hopefully would not happen to me if I acquired the Yva book)
love this. i was distraught at first when i was rejected from all my grad school choices (solidarity with you there lol), but now i know it was such a blessing. Nothing but love to my grad school friends, but so many of them have left grad school with their love of books and learning essentially demolished, and it strikes me now as a blessing that i had to create an amateurish self study/reading/writing practice alongside having a day job. It also allowed me to cast a wide net and be a generalist, and not be so specialized in the way I would have been in grad school. also now i need to look up Yva
i need to start my own graduate school maybe where i admit normal people and no freaks and everyone is only a little bit into it and if you drop out i'm like "whatever"
choosing to completely miss the point of your wonderful post: if you want to look at that book you can almost definitely get it via interlibrary loan to your local library
that's a thought…
> ‘Perhaps up to thirty, one may still go on expecting great things of people,’ I suggested, ‘or even thirty-five.’
(trying not to cry) good quote, funny quote
the book is very good and might soften the blow haha
this is great
I kind of love the idea of having a personally meaningful but sparsely informed relationship with an artist whose works you encounter sporadically & unexpectedly & cannot otherwise track down. Feels like a W.G. Sebald novel.
it's true—kind of reminds me of the henry james short story "the friends of the friends" in which a narrator is constantly trying to introduce two people to each other and failing (once she sort of succeeds, though, they die, which hopefully would not happen to me if I acquired the Yva book)
love this. i was distraught at first when i was rejected from all my grad school choices (solidarity with you there lol), but now i know it was such a blessing. Nothing but love to my grad school friends, but so many of them have left grad school with their love of books and learning essentially demolished, and it strikes me now as a blessing that i had to create an amateurish self study/reading/writing practice alongside having a day job. It also allowed me to cast a wide net and be a generalist, and not be so specialized in the way I would have been in grad school. also now i need to look up Yva
haha. total rejection is an exclusive club of sorts…
I went looking for Yva and accidentally found Dora Kallmus who I didn't know. https://www.vintag.es/2021/04/photography-by-dora-kallmus.html
wow, these are beautiful!
an unusually cozy Chanel https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPRGwkEypFugTV6kIGXfFjxkWtPM5PEo1LMCzlcf21PC5YAZ5Se8H7U25R4siW9PyDf0YDg7ehhsKpYrXhZkhqDyuGMdND5Pc_p6KhitOtpJBtYNT3vE8wOtgjwTW9y54HiYAlMJ1LVo/s895/photography-by-dora-kallmus-25.jpeg
want that sweater…