Emily M. Danforth's Blog, page 42
July 30, 2013
"I am aware that there’s a drive and push in a short story that I can’t do in a novel because there..."
- Aimee Bender (via mttbll)
fer1972:
Portraits made of assorted Objects and displayed on...
artchipel:
Xavier Veilhan - Sophie. Polystyrene, steel...


Xavier Veilhan - Sophie. Polystyrene, steel structure, polyester resin, yellow epoxy paint, 495x151x110 cm (2008)
Work in situ, Le Germain Restaurant, Paris, 2009, photo by Derek Hudson
"My library is an archive of longings."
"On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more..."
- Hunter S. Thompson (via berfrois)
July 28, 2013
artchipel:
Artchipel Color On - Tumblr Artist
DeShaun A....




Artchipel Color On - Tumblr Artist
DeShaun A. Craddock | on Tumblr (USA)
DeShaun A. Craddock is a self-taught photographer shooting both digital (Nikon D600) and film (Nikon FE2, Rolleiflex Automat MX). Born and raised New Yorker, he attempts to capture his favorite moments. Passionate about photography, he hopes that not only his talent can be seen, but also how his mind works and how he sees NYC. Practicing since 2008, he began the intentional camera movement project last summer to represent New York in abstract. Selected in the context of Artchipel Color On, his work is featured on Artchipel header this week.
[more DeShaun A. Craddock]
schoollibraryjournal:
Looking for some YA summer reading?...
July 24, 2013
"Novels, like short stories, are often about absences; but they are based on information overload. A..."
-
Elif Batuman in her excellent n+1 piece from 2006: Short Story and Novel—American Writing Today
July 23, 2013
July 22, 2013
People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is...

People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is the first thing I hear when I come back to the city. Blair picks me up from LAX and mutters this under her breath as her car drives up the onramp. “People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles." Though that sentence shouldn’t bother me, it stays in my mind for an uncomfortably long time. Nothing else seems to matter…Not the warm winds, which seem to propel the car down the empty asphalt freeway, or the faded smell of marijuana which still faintly permeates Blair’s car. All it comes down to is that I’m a boy coming home for a month and meeting someone whom I haven’t seen for four months and people are afraid to merge.
From the opening pages of LESS THAN ZERO by Brett Easton Ellis.
Haven’t read this one in a reaaaalllly long time and felt like I needed a vital dose of disaffected 80’s youth in LA-ness. This is hitting the spot.