Berries

Berries, a photo by Ben Cumming on Flickr.

the guard horse

the guard horse, a photo by elizabeth sarah on Flickr.

day thirty three

day thirty three, a photo by Rona Keller on Flickr.

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

birthday letters

Sunday is my birthday. I love birthdays. They always have a circus-y feeling to them. The days are always nice outside and my family always comes over and my friends decorate my locker and buy me lunch (last year they threw me a surprise party which was VERY nice of them). The cake is always good and I always eat too much and I always have a nice dress to wear and people tell me I look "cute today". Outside is yellow. And warm. And wildflowers grow in abundance. And when my birthday comes I begin to smell the smells of summer like sunscreen and that cool summer-smelling air when I awake early for tea and colby cheese. Tonight I am just having some girls over and we will order pizza and Chinese because I thoroughly enjoy both. I've got alot coming up this next week with exams and all and right now I am just going to have a good weekend. I hope you all have a good one as well.

Love, Maisie




and enjoy

kd

Last year I visited England, Ireland and Wales. Here are some photographs of my voyage.

 A fat bird with beautiful colouring.

 An Oxford student's bike. This photograph was coincidentally taken in Oxford.

 I and a friend.

 "Why Not?"

 Exploring Ireland.

The side of a church and an old sign.

rant

feeling awful because:
I got absolutely no homework accomplished this weekend.
I ate about 14 brownies tonight.
I feel sick to my stomach because of both of these.
I can't do anything but look at photos of places I'll never see and feel terribly sorry for my self.

This was me at a time when I was happy. Please remember me like this when I perish.

a love for

blue houses

They've just got so much character. They look so pretty with lilac trees and white shutters and rap-around porches...

Carolina Blue

Carolina Blue, a photo by tearapen on Flickr.

Blue House, Green House

Blue House, Green House, a photo by gliesh on Flickr.

blue farm house

blue farm house, a photo by ronWLS on Flickr.

Lo. Lee. Ta.

Today I went to The Field and picked wild flowers and pressed them within the pages of my artbook. It isn't as glamorous as it seems. I killed alot of bugs.

That isn't important. What I'm concerned about today is Lolita. I'm reading the book currently and I'm really enjoying it. Vladimir spent years perfecting it and you can tell this from the prose. It is some of the best prose I've ever read. The imagery and allusion is perfection.

You probably aren't surprised to hear that I first learned about the book on Tumblr. Tumblr is crazy about Lolita. The scan of the first page of the book has 10 000+ notes but alot of those notes are from people who've never read the book and have interpreted it as a 'love story' because of past novel covers and old films.

In reality, it is about a man who is sexually obsessed with a child. It is beautiful not because of the so-called 'romance' between the characters of Humbert and little Haze but because of how the controversial story has been pieced together in such a way which causes one to think Humbert's actions are okay because he spends so much time convincing himself they are O.K. So read Lolita. Just think about it, please. Because there is a serious problem about what most people think of Lolita. I'll rant more about it at a later date.

If you want to see more covers than I've shown below, visit http://www.dezimmer.net/Covering%20Lolita/LoCov.html

Past covers:

Among the problems Nabokov’s Lolita poses for the book designer, probably the thorniest is the popular misconception of the title character. She’s chronically miscast as a teenage sexpot—just witness the dozens of soft-core covers over the years. “We are talking about a novel which has child rape at its core,” says John Bertram, an architect and blogger who, three years ago, sponsored a Lolita cover competition asking designers to do better.
Now the contest is being turned into a book, Lolita: Story of a Cover Girl, due out in June and coedited by Yuri Leving, with essays on historical cover treatments along with new versions by 60 well-known designers, two-thirds of them women: Barbara deWilde, Jessica Helfand, Peter Mendelsund, and Jennifer Daniel, to name a few. They don’t shy away from frank sexuality, but they add layers of darkness and complication. And like Jamie Keenan’s cover—a claustrophobic room that morphs into a girl in her underwear—they provoke without asking readers to abdicate their responsibility.

—Michael Sliverberg



to see Silverberg's full article go to http://imprint.printmag.com/illustration/recovering-lolita/




newer contest covers:

red balloons

Bukowski

THE PEOPLE LOOK LIKE FLOWERS AT LAST

This is what I’ve learned about Bukowski from reading this book:

Number 1: he likes to go to horse races. Actually, I don’t even think he likes it. It’s just something he does, maybe for something to do. Maybe it’s routine.

Number 2: he refers to himself as ‘Chinaski’.

Number 3: he loves women. He loves sleeping with them. He can’t keep a woman.

Number 4: he likes coffee. Especially at places he is comfortable.

Number 5: he recognizes people others don’t see.

Number 6: he likes to shit. He’ll tell you when he is shitting.

Number 7: he talks about Hemingway alot. Hemingway must mean something to him.

Number 8: he is raw. Extremely raw. And honest.

There is something interesting about a person’s favourite poem. I almost tells you more about a person than they could tell you themselves. Here are some of mine from this book. They are difficult to find on le internet, but you can try. I recommend the book, though. It’s great.

Some of my favourites include:

the old woman
ah
the creation coffin
fog
of course
legs
Rimbaud be damned
possession
Salty Dogs
fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces

 this one is short so I decided to put it on here for you:

of course

according to the latest scientific
study
it takes 325 years for the last
brain cell
to pop.

now I realize that
most of the girls
I met in bars
and brought home with me
were lying about
their

age.

"we will only be as young as we are tonight"

What a rubbish saying! Today is prom! With the constant smell of hairspray around my head and my little-girl curls and my white tipped-finger nails, I feel like a sticky barbie doll. I'm being a big baby about it even though I know I'm going to have a good time. But here is what my life will look like tonight if I was in (500) Days of Summer:

this is the kind of music which I hope will play at prom:

this is the kind of music which will be played at prom:

this is what I want to look like at prom:

this is what I will look like at prom:

with my pale pink dress I may look like a little girly girl

this is who I wish were my prom date:

(bill murray would be cool too)

this is my prom date:

frozen pizza