population-e:

i would like to believe someone at chicago magazine just had a lot of fun mocking 59 of pitchfork’s “best dressed”…because there is no way this is real. 

Hello Pitchfork chic,

I would sum up the prevailing style as 90’s homeless normcore? Emphasis on homeless.

But then, I’m old.

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me (via noelleangelique)

aliveandfullofjoy:

This usually isn’t the first thing people think of when they think of Elaine Stritch, but one of my very favorite performances of hers will always be the finale to her brilliant one-woman show Elaine Stritch At Liberty, a heartfelt performance of the song ”Something Good.” The song, with music and lyrics by Richard Rodgers, was of course written for the 1965 film adaptation of The Sound of Music; where it’s boring and out of place there, here it is used with alarming and devastating poignancy. This is Elaine Stritch to me: a performer with a knack of selling any song, if it was the best of Sondheim or if she had to elevate the material, and making a deeply personal connection to it. Brava. 

Goodbye to a great lady.