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I think most writers have a failure of character, a failure to accept what’s being assigned to you to write. And that often what we’re most talented at we resist, because we think it’s silly, or small, or not good enough.
It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.
Oscar Wilde
I ran across a quote attributed to legendary photographer Sam Haskins. It goes: “A photographer went to a socialite party in New York. As he entered the front door, the host said ‘I love your pictures – they’re wonderful; you must have a fantastic camera.’ He said nothing until dinner was finished, then: ‘That was a wonderful dinner; you must have a terrific stove.’
“New York, You’ve Changed” is a new Scouting NY site feature in which the New York depicted in movies is compared with the city of today… A full shot-by-shot dissection to see what New York once was and what it has become, for better or worse. I’ve tried to recreate the angles and framing as best as possible, and have presented the shots (more or less) in the order they appear in the film.

FAUXLAROIDS are shot and developed on an iPhone, using Shake-It Photo, Camera Bag and DXP apps. No Photoshop. Everything is posted in real time, connection (and possible intoxication) permitting.
The Silver Seas - “What’s The Drawback?”
This song has been floating around the internet for a few months now but there’s something about the catchy strumming and hint of twang that makes it perfect for now as these overheated dog days of summer draw to a close. It’s off their forthcoming album, details of which are still hazy, but if this song is any indication, I for one couldn’t be more excited.
What he wrote did not belong to his previous canon of dispassionate, academic essays on psychiatry. Nor was it a straightforward diary. It did not mention his wife, or his children, or his colleagues, nor for that matter did it use any psychiatric language at all. Instead, the book was a kind of phantasmagoric morality play, driven by Jung’s own wish not just to chart a course out of the mangrove swamp of his inner world but also to take some of its riches with him. It was this last part — the idea that a person might move beneficially between the poles of the rational and irrational, the light and the dark, the conscious and the unconscious — that provided the germ for his later work and for what analytical psychology would become.
fairy wings at king richard’s faire