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Re-published by Penguin

Book Covers

Paris-Roubaix 1976 - The Hell of the North (Documentary)

Freeman's Sporting Club

Where I go to get my shirts, a haircut, dinner and a drink.
Located on Rivington between Chryistie and the Bowery

Fausto Coppi: Cycling Legend

The Edge of Vision

A show up at the Aperture Gallery (West 27 between 10 and 11 ave) curated by my future critique teacher, Lyle Rexer. Also in the show, professors past and present, Silvio Wolf and Penelope Umbrico. The show will be up from May 15th to July 9th.

Blind Spot

Lisa Tan



















Leslie Hewitt



















Adam Putnam

Current Read

"An exuberantly sprawling, politicaly charged picaresque novel that follows two literary sleuths on their quixotic quest for a long-lost poet through the feverish Mexican dessert, with decade-bending, sleight-of-hand pit stops in Paris, London, Mexico City and Tel-Aviv."

- Elle

Roberto Bolano
Author

Directionless Travel

I need to be on a sailboat again. I miss traveling
with only the sound of the water passing by and
destination or direction being the last of my
worries. You are never "there" until you want
to be.

A Letter

My Dear Medame,

I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your
house yesterday; please be good enough to
give it to the bearer of this letter.

P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you;
I just found my cane.


Marcel Proust

Sartorial Geniuses

James Dean
Actor






















Steve McQueen
Actor






















Jean-Paul Belmondo
Actor






















John F. Kennedy
President

Virginia Wolf

With some irony in her interrogation, for when one woke at all, one's relations changed, she looked at the steady light, the pitiless, the remorseless, which was so much her, yet so little her, which had her at its beck and call (she woke in the night and saw it bent across their bed, stroking the floor), but for all that she thought, watching it with fascination, hypnotized, as if it were stroking with its silver fingers some sealed vessel in her brain who's bursting would flood her with delight, she had known happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough, It is enough!

Excerpt from To the Lighthouse