Reads #57
RUSSH
This ancient text is about to become the still point of your turning world. It tastes just like beat poets on a spiritual quest: first sip joy, second gladness, third serenity, then madness and ecstasy. Let Kerouac’s golden eternities flow through your meridians, piercing in all the right places. Zen in a time of San Fran bohemia.
At Zenith by William Eggleston (Steidl)
He coloured our monochrome planet and let our eyes see the ‘Wedgewood Blue’ as Eggleston originally titled the collection. Steamy clouds in a Kodak moment – while en route to Tennessee. You can just imagine the artist on Highway 61, spectacles to the celestial with the poetic verse of W.B. Yeats strumming through his head. “I have spread my dreams under your feet,” read his pages of eternal sunshine.
Fashion: Photography of the Nineties by Camilla Nickerson and Neville Wakefield (Scalo Publishers)
He coloured our monochrome planet and let our eyes see the ‘Wedgewood Blue’ as Eggleston originally titled the collection. Steamy clouds in a Kodak moment – while en route to Tennessee. You can just imagine the artist on Highway 61, spectacles to the celestial with the poetic verse of W.B. Yeats strumming through his head. “I have spread my dreams under your feet,” read his pages of eternal sunshine.
Pictures From No Man’s Land by David Williams (Windgate PR)
Sometimes escape is not an option. We’re told to ‘be quiet’, ‘act like a lady’ and there’s nowhere to run. But within confinement the most beautiful tendrils of bliss can manifest (no matter how fleeting). In this black-and-white Dickensian-esque series, photographer David Williams observes the women-to-be at Edinburg’s St Margaret’s School for Girls. Wild birds waiting to take flight: dark eyes, sweet melodies and bare feet (but only when the headmistress isn’t looking).