Into the Light

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Joe Jackson "Steppin' Out" from Night And Day (1982, A&M). The album is classic and this is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Image of the Day

Sydney Dance Company’s Juliette Barton, photographed by Will Davidson for last month's Harper's Bazaar Australia. The color and flow of the dress (Gucci) reminded me of the many beautiful translucent orange and red jellyfish we saw in the San Juans.

Click here to see more images from the same shoot.

Too Much Madness To Explain In One Text

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Trailer for Attack the Block.
For whatever reason I really want to see this.

Word Association

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The Streets "Turn The Page"
from Original Pirate Material (2002, Vice Records)

(image: stacks of magazines in our studio photographed by Ashley Helvey)

Best Foot Forward

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Emily started a new job this week (full-time law librarian at the University of Washington). So, if I may be so bold, I nominate:

Brian Atwood Metal Heel Platform Bootie, $1130 at Nordstrom.

OR:

Brian Atwood Metal Heel Platform Pump, $850 at Saks Fifth Avenue.

I don't know why but I've been wanting to buy her some bright shoes. These are probably not the ones (Em has a lot of shoes with metal heels already...and maybe these are not quite her style at the moment). They are, however, in my humble opinion... what is it that fashion people say? Fierce?

Image of the Day

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Derek Albeck: Howl Now, 2010 (Graphite on paper, 20 x 24 inches) – featured in Over and Over: A Small Survey of Obsessive Drawing, curated by Izzie Klingels and Amanda Manitach and opening tomorrow night at Vermillion in Seattle.

Need vs. Want

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Junya Watanabe Denim and Khaki Shirt
[ahem] $585 at Park & Bond.

There's something about it that doesn't seem quite right, but I dig it. I like the colors and material. Would look good with Clarks. Want.

The James Gang Rides Again

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The James Gang "Laguna Salada"
from the Zachariah OST (1971, Probe).
Such a cool video.


(via LineOut)

Painting a Picture

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Myself, an undated work by Kyohei Inukai (1886–1954), a Japanese-born painter of society portraits who was shunned in America after 1941.

Javanese Coat (1932), a portrait of Dorothy Hampton, who posed for Inukai after his paid jobs dried up.

Kyohei Inukai, a society portrait painter in New York, kept a neat chronological scrapbook with clippings about his commissions for bluebloods. But after the fall of 1941, when he was only 55, the pages are all blank.

Once the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor nobody in America wanted to hire a Japanese-born artist. In his 1942 memoir, never published, he described the bigotry he faced when he stepped outside his Greenwich Village studio. “The tranquil air that spanned the sky is changed with crosscurrents of acrid recriminations,” he wrote.

Miyoko Davey, an art collector in New York, owns Inukai’s scrapbook, memoir manuscript, family photos, sketches and about 30 of his largely unknown paintings. For two decades she has been trying to revive his reputation, researching his work for an eventual monograph and exhibition.

Read more here.

Inukai photographed in his studio by Paul Juley & Son (Smithsonian Institute)

Guest Cat

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Jeff!

In this photo, Jeff examines all the Dungeness crab we caught this weekend with his parents.

Image of the Day

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Proprietor and Patron in a Montana Bar by photographer Charles E. Steinheimer

(via The New York Times Book Review)

Solid As A Rock

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Marlena Shaw "California Soul" from The Spice of Life (1977, Cadet Records – this version unmistakably produced by Charles Stepny, with Richard Evans). One of my favorite songs written by the late, great Nick Ashford with his partner and wife Valerie Simpson (pictured above, photo credit unknown).

One time while I was working for Martha Stewart, a group of us were eating lunch in the HBO cafeteria on the corner of 42nd Street and Sixth Avenue. Martha was formerly owned by HBO's parent company, and a co-worker in the Crafts department still had his old employee pass; occasionally we used it gain access to their cafeteria, which was magical. I think it was on the 2nd or 3rd floor so it was good for people-watching. Anyway while I was sitting there I looked out the window and saw Nick Ashford & Valerie Simpson walking together through Bryant Park.