I Was Waiting For Raymond Pettibon But He Never showed

Don't Tell Me You Love me

CML 31510

Alone Again naturally

For You My Darling The world

What Do You Want From me

Color and Texture

Blowing it

The Shocks

I absolutely positively 100% never get sick of lights at night. Something so beautiful about a dark sky lit up by a hot pink neon or a collection of white bulbs spelling out a word... GIRLS! I went to Tunisia once. About 8 hours south of Tunis. A town called Douz. Along that drive there were long stretches of pitch darkness. No street lights, very few cars along the road and there were definitely no Dunkin' Donut /Subway combo truck stops. Black. Black. Black. And then bam - every other hour or so, a little stucco hut by the side of the road lit up by one long strip of blue green fluorescent tubing. Like a little bolt of lighting across that black sky. It was so beautiful. I always thought it would be great to have a party outside underneath a tent of lights. The round white bulbs on wires criss crossing from one tree branch to another, lighting up the night sky. Like in the old black and white Italian movies from the 50's.

Look for the seedier side.

Think of the possibilities!

No matter what happens in the world for me 59th and 5th Avenue is one of those places were very little changes. When I was a kid most of my business was done above 57th street. I can't remember the times I went downtown on my own before the 9th grade. Downtown was not at all what it is today of course. It was very "After Hours". Lots of neon lights on the blink. People had cous cous partys in their lofts, it was hard to get a cab, the streets were deserted at night. It was a disorienting place but at the same time mysterious and full of possibility. When I finally pulled my head out of Park Avenue and actually went downtown I never really came back. But it's funny because very little remains the same downtown. Its completely different. At times unrecognizable. But - East 59th street is a diffrent matter altogether. It looks and at times feels exactly as it did 30 years ago to me when I was a kid cutting across the GM lobby from Madison to 5th to meet my girlfriend at her mothers office at 745. Or stumbling out of Trader Vics where I could drink underage and get someone else to pick up the check. Or buy a hot dog from a vendor with my last dollar... The GM building - a big stripey jewel in the city's crown that maintains a reliable classic chic that to me is full of possibility. The feeling that something really great could happen there. A side door to style and inspiration. A landmark of possibility. Perhaps just imagined in my mind but isn't that all possibility is in the end? One's sustained imagination? I suppose that this post, in a very abstract way sums up why I started this blog. To illustrate through photographs the idea that things, things that are carved and molded and shaped or woven, dyed and cut. Things that are printed and sketched, mapped and drawn or laid out and built - That these things say something about us, or to us, they hold memories for us, they define us, they inspire us with their possibility. That the colors we choose for the walls, or the stones we lay in our garden are a reflection of our memories, or influences. Defining us with each choice we make bit by bit. Making our imagined possibilities into real ones.

Long Live the Queen

I love my biscuit tin so much. I love the colors, the rusty dented bits, the scratches and scrapes. I just think its so great. I got this one off of ebay. I have a few others - I usually end up giving them away as a present and people really love them. But not this one. This one I will always hold onto. Its funny how there are certain things in the world, the more beat up they get the better they are. And others... can't handle the test of time and they just look beat up. In the end, it's got very little to do with beauty. It's about character.

Wallpapers

wallpapers

textile & color I

The mean reds

To all my readers... all two of you, I am in the process of revamping Darling Charlie. So look for notice when the big change occurs! In the mean time I will keep posting images meant to inspire. Thank You!

Green Street

Look

You might ask - what do ancient mosaics and hotdogs have in common? Nothing. I just like the hues.

Ask and you shall receive

The Winter Palace

I am trying to find the beauty in this winter. I have to admit it has been difficult. But its there. I Just have to look a little harder than usual.

Be Mine

Benedicite

Textile I & II

McQueen