Some things to ponder alongside your other Monday fascinations:
"A well designed room should look like you could just walk in and be naked anywhere."
"Play with your sexual fantasies and reverse anything that could be destructive into something positive."
"Find your inner woman, or you're not really a man." -Tom Bianchi
Belonging to no one: there is a sense of freedom that comes along with the knowing and understanding of this truth. You belong to no one, and no one belongs to you,
Just think about it.
No one feels your joys, your pains, your sorrows. No one. They are unique to you.
We exist together through connection but are ultimately alone.
Your life is your life, and solely your responsibility. -tM
Photography: 1. Miguel Rio Branco: Mardi Gras, New Orleans, 1993; 2. Miguel Rio Branco; 3. Alrene Gotfried: Communion, LES, NYC, 1985; 4. Hervé Guiber, 1988; 5. Hervé Guiber, 1979; 6. Joan Miller, 1955
It’s always good to leave things to the imagination, in life and in art. -tM
AD Campaign: Colin Dodgson for Bally
Brutalist architecture and harsh terrain made beautiful by ways of merging life with art.
They soften one another. -tM
Architecture: Alejandro Aravena | Chile, Pacifc Ocean
Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to happen? -tM
The broken heart: an inevitable occurrence and a right of passage no matter what your age.
I have always thought that it was a necessary phenomenon, that there are plenty of good things that come from an injured heart, if you so choose to approach it in such a way: lessons, self-reflection, personal growth, and perhaps even a change in the way one lives their life.
During Medieval Times before the capability of Science, individuals believed that the heart was the centre of all things. That decisions were made based on how we felt, that the body moved voluntarily/involuntarily due to the heart and its body driving life force. A lot of attention was paid to the way one felt, to their emotions, and ailments were diagnosed based on the understanding of ones feelings.
Flash forward to the Scientific Revolution where the heart was dismissed for that of the mighty brain. As the brain took centre stage, the heart merely became a secondary player. We were now asked to listen to our brains as opposed to our heart. One was the seat of logic while the other was the seat of emotion, which according to Science, were two separate organs that at times seemed to be working against each other.
Most recently, the Scientific community is finding that the heart-brain correlation is more significant then we ever thought. That the heart speaks to the brain more then we realize. When the heart breaks, when it is in pain, or one gets emotionally upset, its rhythm changes, and that in turn sends a message to the brain that affects its higher decision making processes. There is no real separation. So when someone says, “Listen to your heart, or use your logic” truly they are one in the same. Science is now starting to believe that most of the information we process is emotionally regulated by the heart anyway, that in turn sends messages to the brain.
So in short, take care of your heart, be Medieval about it, listen to it, but also set it free. Let it move in and out of heart break, there is a higher-learning that takes place in such circumstances. And trust it, really be attentive, because it always knows, whether you are in denial about it or not, it is the centre of your emotional and spiritual being.
Your heart is King, pay attention to its voice, and let your mind be the advisor, its a symbiotic relationship, one is nothing without the other. -tM
Back to front, handbag on foot, foot in hand, heel to heel, curve to curve, nudity to Sunday best, life to art, art to life, hand to thigh, hip to hand, a power pose made grandeur by a supportive gesture, looking away to looking directly at, walking off to stopping by, heel to toe, click to clack…and the beat goes on…-tM
“Composition is selective improvisation” Igor Stravinsky
A colour often synonymous with the free loving 60’s & 70’s, seems to have somewhat disappeared design wise. The above is a visual ode to the colour itself, used as an accent or in its entirety, yellow marries well with so many colours, and there are so many versions of it to fall in love with.
I remember a girlfriend (who is Irish herself) told me that if you see a house with a yellow painted door, you’d better believe that those residing inside are Irish. It’s a distinctive colour, that can be bold as much as it can be soft, however, anyway you look at it yellow means standing away from the crowd.
I think those who accept yellow into their lives through interior design or otherwise don’t take themselves too seriously.
It’s a statement, as are all colours, however this one not so subtle in its display. -tM
Photography: Unknown; Image No. 3 & 4 DIMORE Studio Design
This reminds me of my ancestry, of my youth, of things that I once knew and continue to learn. -tM
In these modern times, do you pray?
I have always prayed, even as a child. Nobody told me to, or even requested that I do, I don’t even know how I fell into prayer. I think maybe I just felt like I needed to be heard, but in private. I never really asked for anything, I remember always giving thanks, and being grateful for my loved ones. Now that I have respectfully grown older, I still pray and give thanks, but it happens throughout the day, rarely at bedtime. My requests have changed a little, but I still give thanks. I also meditate and connect to the universe in different ways. Prayer is such a sacred practice only for the reason that it is so deeply personal and is spoken in truth.
The importance of prayer lays in the connection I make with the universe and nature herself. It’s a way for me to feel that I am connected to everything, a devoted reminder that we all are.
I am not certain if prayer changes things, but the act of it most certainly changes us, and hopefully as a result we in turn become capable of changing things. -tM
Considered to be one of the most provocative paintings in history. He was simply to modern for his time. The world needed a moment to catch-up. -tM
I remember, as a child, watching my mother ritualistically fill her brass coffee grinder full of beans and churn. It was part of her solemn morning coffee ceremony. I would watch in amusement as it seemed like at the time a lot of effort for one cup of Turkish coffee. The process appeared labourious to me, yet what I didn’t realize was that to her it was probably the only time she had to herself, that morning coffee ritual, still connecting to her ancestors, while raising two kids and holding down the fort.
I now have that brass coffee grinder, it sits in ornamentation. It was one thing I was adamant on having. To this day, she still makes her Turkish coffee, although with pre-ground beans, and at times exchanges the ritual for the easier one of the Nespresso.
And even though I have tried my hand at making a cup or two myself, it never turns out quite as good as my mother’s. Sometimes I think it’s because she has so much love and respect for the process, and other times I think maybe, just maybe she is in all actual fact, the coffee whisperer. -tM
*NB for those interested click on the Source link below for a little history on Turkish Kahve.
What is it about bathing outside that feels so freeing and satisfying?
Perhaps it is the omnipresence of nature that elevates the escape quotient, or perhaps it is the same reason that anything cooked over a fire tastes so good; it’s in our DNA. Whatever the reason, being naked and free in water surrounded by nature’s bounty is one of life’s most extraordinary and yet simplest pleasures. -tM