"One of his friends said she wanted, what she did, to have a kind of mix, a cross perhaps, between the Velvet Underground and The Beach Boys. Her attitude or reasoning was simply based on the fact that she’d paid out her own money for all their albums and had played them for a number of years, never seeming to tire of the same songs no matter how many times she had heard them.
She had never qualified the two groups and never tried to figure out why she received pretty much of the same kind of satisfaction from what could have been easily described as sounds and images from two different worlds. Again she just thought the worlds were interesting and there was, she felt, no reason she couldn’t be a citizen of both.
This of course is not to say she wasn’t aware of the blackness, the leather, the shininess of the Underground, or the sunshine, surf, and sand, associated with the Beach Boys. But she knew too that these things were descriptions, ways of fabricating a sense (surrounding the attraction), a way to put your finger on them and make whatever they were supposed to be, easier to swallow, a lot of “things” that were hardly thought about in the middle of a crowd, late at night, with eyes shut tight, jerking about in a room in a building, way down at the end of the city, where there was no such thing as the one and only, the honest to goodness, or the genuine article."
Richard Prince (Why I Go To The Movies Alone)
"I only wanted Uncle Vern standing by his new car (a Hudson) on a clear day. I got him and the car. I also got a bit of Aunt Mary’s laundry, and Beau Jack, the dog, peeing on a fence, and a row of potted tuberous begonias on the porch and 78 trees and a million pebbles in the driveway and more. It’s a generous medium, photography."
Here are some more pictures of Sunil. He went missing on Friday and hasn’t been found since. He is assumed not to have any belongings on him other than his house keys and his Brown ID. He used to work at a Coalition for the Homeless. He is 22 and the last things he was seen wearing were a black jacket, blue jeans, and a Philadelphia Eagles cap; when he was last seen he was not in the best mental state.
Sunil is 6’2 tall and weighs 130 points. If you have seen him or may have any information as to his whereabouts please call the Providence Police at 401-243-6191.
Thank you so much to everyone who has helped share this link and these pictures. Sunil means a lot to me and a lot of other people and we just want to find him safely. xo
"A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east."
John Steinbeck (The Grapes of Wrath)
"I cannot count the times I have cursed our lack of urgency. If I ever love again, I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love."
Dave Eggers (What is the What: The Autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng)
"Immobilizing these thin slices of time has been a source of continuing fascination for the photographer. And while pursuing this experiment he discovered something else: he discovered that there was a pleasure and a beauty in this fragmenting of time that had little to do with what was happening. It had to do rather with seeing the momentary patterning of lines and shapes that had been previously concealed within the flux of movement. Cartier-Bresson defined his commitment to this new beauty with the phrase ‘The decisive moment’, but the phrase has been misunderstood; the thing that happens at the decisive moment is not a dramatic climax but a visual one. The result is not a story but a picture."
"I always carry my camera with me. What you were saying before about making photographs because it was images you couldn’t see, that’s something that I find interesting. When I first started making images, I think the first two years I was photographing, it was all documentary. It was completely what was going on. Nothing was set up, I was like that idea of a fly on a wall. But then I got to this point where I couldn’t wait for the pictures to happen anymore. I was wasting time, and so I started making pictures happen."
"A landscape of low shacks of tin and cratewood here on the outskirts of the city. Barren dirt and gravel lots and beyond them the plains of sage and creosote. Roosters were calling and the air smelled of burning charcoal. He took his bearings by the gray light to the east and set out toward the city. In the cold dawn the lights were still burning out there under the dark cape of the mountains with that precious insularity common to cities of the desert. A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In the distance the churchbells had begun. The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of the claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transiencies. Above all knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one."
Cormac McCarthy (Cities of the Plain)