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newyorker:

A satirical sneak peek at the final season of “Mad Men”: http://nyr.kr/1mZhve0

— Roger Sterling receives the first liver transplant, which he celebrates with a Gibson martini. When admonished by a nurse, he cracks, “Come on, it’s like Christmas morning—I couldn’t wait to try it out.”
— More people die, to remind the characters that death is ubiquitous.
— Don has a series of flashbacks recounting his journey across the prairie in a wagon train of prostitutes.

Photograph courtesy AMC.

newyorker:

A satirical sneak peek at the final season of “Mad Men”: http://nyr.kr/1mZhve0

— Roger Sterling receives the first liver transplant, which he celebrates with a Gibson martini. When admonished by a nurse, he cracks, “Come on, it’s like Christmas morning—I couldn’t wait to try it out.”

— More people die, to remind the characters that death is ubiquitous.

— Don has a series of flashbacks recounting his journey across the prairie in a wagon train of prostitutes.

Photograph courtesy AMC.

(Source: newyorker.com)

Chissà se le luci sono più delle ombre …

Chissà se le luci sono più delle ombre …

stevemccurrystudios:

Bicycles: The World’s Ride

newyorker:

John McPhee reflects on the multitude of interviews he has conducted during his journalism career, and, in detailing several of them—with Woody Allen, Jackie Gleason, Richard Burton, and others—offers advice for speaking effectively with sources (subscription required): http://nyr.kr/1dU0FNY
Illustration by Leo Espinosa.

newyorker:

John McPhee reflects on the multitude of interviews he has conducted during his journalism career, and, in detailing several of them—with Woody Allen, Jackie Gleason, Richard Burton, and others—offers advice for speaking effectively with sources (subscription required): http://nyr.kr/1dU0FNY

Illustration by Leo Espinosa.

(Source: newyorker.com)

"Il porto delle nebbie
Quando avevano lasciato Parigi, verso le tre del pomeriggio, la folla bruli­cava ancora sotto un pallido sole autunnale. Poi, verso Mantes, si erano ac­cese le lampade dello scompartimento. A Évreux, fuori era tutto buio. E ades­so, attraverso i finestrini lungo i quali scivolavano gocce di vapore, si vedeva una fitta nebbia che circondava di un alone lattiginoso le luci della strada ferrata."

— George Simenon, Il porto delle nebbie.

Una domenica pomeriggio a Trani, nell’ottobre del 1984.

Non c’era alcuna movida allora. Il porto sembrava desolatamente grande e poche persone animavano gli spazi apparentemente enormi che lo circondavano.

Non c’era il chiasso idiota e compiaciuto dei nostri giorni e non si immaginavano nemmeno i tanti tavolini presi d’assalto nei lunghi, inutili pomeriggi dei nostri giorni.

Trani era lì, quasi a completa disposizione di chi cercasse uno spazio per riflettere, passeggiare, scattare foto quasi in completa solitudine.

Il secolo della Leica la macchina fotografica che fece la rivoluzione

Un mondo impenetrabile

In certi giorni, dopo averlo tenacemente difeso e dopo aver costruito una serie di barriere, ti rendi conto di aver realizzato un mondo quasi impenetrabile.
Il tuo mondo.
Cosa fai? Chiedi aiuto per liberarti da te stesso?

theparisreview:

Esprit de Corps
Be reticent and elegant,Twist the opal on your hand,Turn your pale eyes on me,For I delight in irony.
Lady, conquer if you canThe constant light invading eachFiber of your shining dressAnd your amassed stubbornness.
Who knows the texture of the silk,The lace beneath, and all below?Who knew last night at sleep’s expenseYour elegant lack of reticence?
—Perry Organ. Photography credit Noé Sendas

theparisreview:

Esprit de Corps

Be reticent and elegant,
Twist the opal on your hand,
Turn your pale eyes on me,
For I delight in irony.

Lady, conquer if you can
The constant light invading each
Fiber of your shining dress
And your amassed stubbornness.

Who knows the texture of the silk,
The lace beneath, and all below?
Who knew last night at sleep’s expense
Your elegant lack of reticence?

Perry Organ. Photography credit Noé Sendas

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