Monthly Archives: November 2006

SLICE CURL PEEL MELT. Thought you might enjoy this, the detailing of Thomas Heatherwick’s work on Longchamp, Soho, Manhattan. Maybe you’ve seen it, already. I was down town working, Soho, took a break, and went there: shot. Frankly, I’m actually … Continue reading →

Happy Monday. Be sure to wash, then retune. Before you work. Happy Monday! tsg

The line I think that we visualize a line, passing through space because we place it there. Line scribes a line, threading between what is seen and experienced what is known and unknown, but the real question is this a … Continue reading →

I’ve been looking at, collecting X. Why, you might ask. It’s one of those things that you uncover from your memory — something past and misted. But there. The X is an ancient symbol — so old, its origin is … Continue reading →

There’s been wild and raging storms, surging up the coast — gale winds, ripping rains. Then, silence. I look out over the waters, and it’s still as ever, so quiet, it’s like there’s nothing there. Beyond the sighting cairn, the … Continue reading →

I was working back east, around Princeton and elsewhere out there, and came to this new modeling for Puma.  I really like the floors, which seem like they are made of some kind of silvery slop, hardened. And there are … Continue reading →

scented this, darling? I’m loving this, more: Dzongkha, L’Artisan Parfumeur. Or Timbuktu. 

Quiet, the silent twins, mingled. They must be out wandering… Wishing well, all hallows day. tsg | princeton