Devenir immortel et puis mourir...
Jean Seberg's famous interview of Jean-Pierre Melville from the film Breathless by Jean-Luc Godard is one that still rings true to this day... Whether it's the comparison of American women to French women or the thoughts on love and eroticism, Jean-Pierre Melville's philosophy still holds true to this day. The most famous line from this interview and perhaps one of the best from the film is when Seberg asks what Melville's "greatest ambition in life is"... Melville simply replies, "devenir immortel et puis mourir": To become immortal, and then die.... This is an eternal statement and the meaning can not be more clear: Live your life as if your actions will be forever remembered, and once you've accomplished that, then you can die knowing you've made a difference.
Vogue Talents
I'm proud to say I am now contributing to Vogue.it and Vogue Talents... My first contribution was recently on super talented NYC based jewelry designer Pamela Love. I'll be contributing to the blog as well as doing various write ups for Vogue Success Stories and more... The coolest aspect is that I get to contribute to the spotlight of fresh new talented designers from around the world... Not only scouring high and low design talent but also seeking out new and creative retail shops and initiatives... This September fashion week issue I will be submitting designers for Vogue talents with contributions in the magazine. Anyone with any insight feel free to shoot me an email and keep me up to speed... My main contributions will be representing all of the talented designers in New York City... Obviously... The first spotlight feature will consist of a feature on the next crop of new and groundbreaking design talent hailing from the city... Stay tuned for more news and details.
Unpublished Venture | Simone Rocha
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Genius in a Bottle | Charles Bukowski
HOW TO BE A GOOD WRITER
by Charles Bukowski
you’ve got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.
and don’t worry about age
and/or freshly-arrived talents.
just drink more beer
more and more beer
and attend the racetrack at least once a
week
and win
if possible
learning to win is hard -
any slob can be a good loser.
and don’t forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.
don’t overexercise.
sleep until noon.
avoid paying credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.
remember that there isn’t a piece of ass
in this world over $50
(in 1977).
and if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
whether the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong -
an early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.
stay out of churches and bars and museums,
and like the spider be
patient -
time is everybody’s cross,
plus
exile
defeat
treachery
all that dross.
stay with the beer.
beer is continuous blood.
a continuous lover.
get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window
hit that thing
hit it hard
make it a heavyweight fight
make it the bull when he first charges in
and remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.
If you think they didn’t go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you’re doing now
without women
without food
without hope
then you’re not ready.
drink more beer.
there’s time.
and if there’s not
that’s all right
too.
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