I've talked before about how I organize my Pinterest boards by color. But for some odd reason I've only ever shown you the fashion images from my pink board (twice!). Here today is some yellow fashion for you to enjoy. As always, much of the credit for the original sourcing of a number of these images is due to the fabulous Wear Color.
I thought she was tall in April, but she's even taller now. With these long first-grader arms and legs and torso and neck that, when she stands near some four-year-olds, as she happened to the other day, make them look like babies and her look like a teenager.
I stopped by the new San Francisco outpost of the famous Gagosian Gallery (conveniently located directly across the street from the new SFMOMA) the other day to check out their inaugural show. Man oh man, have they really pulled out all the stops. The blue-chip nature of the artists featured means that you feel, while you're in there, more like you're at a museum than a gallery. Pictured here are some of my favorite pieces. Not pictured, but present, and rad, were other enormous names like Andy Warhol, Jasper Johns, and Roy Lichtenstein. It's a heck of a thing.
Above: David Ireland
Louise Bourgeois (with Joe Bradley and Giuseppe Penone in the background)
Two good articles about art books have made their way to my desk lately (the way it works is that when an article about art book publishing appears just about anywhere in the press, three or four people send it to me within twenty-four hours--which is very handy). The first one, from the Aperture blog, is an interview with book designer Stuart Smith about How Not to Design a Photo Book (the image of photographer Martin Parr's book Hong Kong Parr below is drawn from this article--although, as far as I can tell it is not meant as an example of what not to do (and this despite the fact that that the gutter is running right through the person's face, which is generally a big no-no but which, I'd hazard to say, was done here as a deliberate and very effective choice). The second one is a piece in the LA Times about how great big expensive art catalogs are Keeping Print Alive (the Warhol image above from the book Three Centuries of American Prints: From the National Gallery of Art is drawn from this article)--and while, yes, perhaps that headline does read as a bit manically hyperbolic, the assertion is at least in part born out, not only by the evidence offered in the article, but from sales data going as far as 2012, as discussed here. So. That concludes your art book publishing news round-up for today. Now go play.
The way I tell if I've already used a particular instant photo on this site before is by file name: I name the digital photos with the same name I wrote it pen along their bottom edges when I took them, that way, when I go to save a new one (off the blog of my father who very kindly scans them all in for me like an absolute dear) into the folder where they all live, the computer very kindly tells me if I already have an image with that same name saved. Usually means I've already loved and saved and posted that same photo and forgotten that I did so. But now and then it means I took two different photos, probably years apart, and named them the same thing. This is one such pair. Big girl Mabel on her big girl scooter at the age of five-and-a-half, above; and tiny girl Mabel on her little baby scooter at the age of three, below. O the Passage of Time!! Perhaps the funniest thing of all is that she's wearing the same helmet in both photos (it's very adjustable), offering a vivid demonstration of the fact that her head about doubled in size in a two and a half year period of time.