canadianbeerandpostmodernism:

“…Narcissus was so egotist…he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only inseparatable love…poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point.” 
― Truman CapoteOther Voices, Other Rooms

atlasobscura:

The Madonna Inn - San Luis Obispo, California

Built in 1958 by Alex and Phyllis Madonna, the Madonna Inn is a Swiss Alp-inspired hotel/restaurant in seeming celebration of all that is garish and tacky in human taste. Writer Umberto Eco described the decor as “Albert Speer, while leafing through a book on Gaudi, swallowed an overgenerous dose of LSD and began to build a nuptial catacomb for Liza Minelli.”

The Madonna Inn consists of 109 rooms, all with different names and themes: Floral Fantasy, Jungle Rock, Sir Walter Raleigh, Whispering Hills, etc. All colors of the rainbow are employed, but pink is most notably favored in the Gold Rush Steakhouse, Copper Cafe, and Silver Bar which make up the lower level of the hotel and are further decorated with floral carpet and swirling golden trees. Even the sugar on the diner tables is pink.

Male tourists should make a point of visiting the waterfall urinal in the lobby restroom.

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When I’m disappointed by a novel, why am I disappointed? And it’s really something so simple. For it to be a worthwhile novel, there has to be a reason for it to be in written language. In 1820, that was not one of the demands because there was no other option. That’s what there was as a medium. But now there are all these other mediums. I could hear a song. I could watch a film. I could be on the Internet. You have to give me a reason why you have written this down. It doesn’t have to have an elaborate literary structure. Some of the most simple books… you could make into a movie, but you would be losing something. It had to be in sentences. The sentences were necessary. That’s all people want from fiction, right? The feeling of it being necessary.
Zadie Smith (via mttbll)

fer1972:

3D Paper Patterns by Maud Vantours

Hello, I've always wondered if you could picture Cameron Post as anybody who would it be? Like a celebrity or whatever. As you can probably tell by my username I'm a big fan of hers :D I just have a hard time putting a face to the name. Thanks in advance. :) — Asked by cameronp0st

Sweet username—Cam would be proud. So as far as celebrity composites go, it’s fair to say that I picture Cam, in the novel, as a cross between teenage Jodie Foster and Mary Stuart Masterson (particularly during her Fried Green Tomatoes days). MSM was too old, then, to play a teenager, but the face and hair and physicality feel about right to me—especially if you cross them with teenage JF.

Perhaps you can write better if you leave the mistakes.

exhibition-ism:

The playful illustrations of Catalan artist Cristofol Pons

'Collective' or otherwise, I think art, as a pursuit, has a place and purpose in the 'public' sphere. There are few other known forces in the world that can provide such comfort, solace, provocation, humility, inspiration, arousal, wonder, and self-discovery.
This week, writer and artist Nathaniel Bellows answers my PEN Ten. (via luxlotus)