Category: stuff

I left my pea coat on Salt Spring Island

Victoria in the last afternoon light. The Empress Hotel. The Clipper’s speed. Waving to the people on the breakwater. Jericho hacking Google and living in a bus at Phoenix Farm after gambling away half a million dollars and curing himself

100 ways to kneel and kiss the ground

cusp of worlds what tools to give to enter these worlds. name the floor. sing the floor’s name. let the image come alive don’t pantomime the image I want to do to you what the springtime does to cherry trees

More from Lasqueti

A base of gratitude and amazement nothing matters dance as if it all matters so much reach for the floor release the legs A change of heart. Since there is no truth, I must choose beauty. The agreeable over the


you changed things without asking me.


it’s all so glorious your love your hate, the trees, the breeze here I stand, shoot me down I’ll be gone, nothing will change


one million seventeen points to me


So nice to be home in Stamford Hill, Stoke Newington, Box, Barcelona, Blanco, Bristol, Usk, Penucha, Austin, and Nant-y-Derry.

Joan Miró

who gives a shit if you assassinate painting? Instagram is art as much as painting art is observation art is not important. painting is blobs or objects on paper does it look nice? disconcerting tendency of current art to have

I want to kiss you

I want to kiss you

Christmas Markets in London

Portobello on Friday, Stoke Newington, Camden and a walk down Brick Lane on Saturday. Jack the Clipper, Rough Trade, and indifferent Indian food. London a whirl of cool black fashion, amazing street food and young alcohol energy. Much Christmas Shopping