Chris Simpson.
Venice yesterday, Paris tomorrow.
Les Glaneurs et la Glaneuse
Hi, I'm Ashley. I make my home in London, for now. I write. I film. I photograph.This is my sublog, an addendum, a place to post all the little details that interest and inspire me.
For my website, go here.
For my website, go here.
Apr 06
Apr 01
This video reminds me of Denver and Capitol Hill, and changing outfits a billion times, just to look effortless.
Claire Neirem.
Oh what would I do without etsy?
Mar 31
Yay! Yay! Yay! My President in my city!
“What drives me as an artist is that I think everyone is unique, yet everyone disappears so quickly. I made a large work called The Reserve of Dead Swiss (1990) and all the people in photographs in the work are dead. We hate to see the dead, yet we love them, we appreciate them. Human. That’s all we can say. Everyone is unique and important. But I like something Napoleon said when he saw many of his dead soldiers on a battlefield: ‘Oh, no problem – one night of love in Paris and you can replace everybody.’”
- Christian Boltanski
Mar 30
Mar 29
“ Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
— Shakes, Macbeth
