“And your very flesh shall be a great poem.” — Walt Whitman
This week’s edition of News From the Craft + Style Blogosphere has chokers and platforms, homes with wheels, Southwest dream interiors, the sweatiness of beach culture combined with cotton candy and an artist who can make the spiritual, visible.
As a moody teen I used to daydream about selling my troll collection, packing up my American Traveler luggage set and taking a cross country jaunt in my weary Monte Carlo. The car is long since dead (R.I.P., Silver Lady), but the dream is still kickin’. Jane Lindz’s 1979 ode to road living, Rolling Homes: Handmade Houses on Wheels, puts a handmade spin on the RV lifestyle. Imagine traveling in the comfort of a converted bus or truck with a wooden widow’s walk, a tricked out kitchen and your favorite dog riding shotgun. Heaven. (If you’re into this, definitely check out Art Boericke’s oeuvre. Totally in the same vein.) [Via All the Mountains]
Christina Bothwell’s sculpture captures the elusive space between sleep and waking. In this musty half dream she gives dimension to spiritual awakenings, ghosts, the tenderness of birth and the fleeting wonder of blood flowing through our veins. [Via Blood Milk]
“School is a battlefield for your heart. So when Rayanne Graff told me my hair was holding me back, I had to listen. ‘Cause she wasn’t just talking about my hair. She was talking about my life.” Angela Chase, champion and queen to all emo ’90s teens who dyed their hair fire engine red, is an icon of twee fashion nostalgia for the floral-romper-but-insecure-about-it decade. Get out your My So-Called Life VHS tapes and prepare to cry a little on your velvet babydoll dress. [Via THERSIC]
I can’t wait to visit New Mexico and Arizona, if only for the opportunity to redecorate my apartment with chunks of turquoise and Navajo rugs (and I can’t forget the other reasons to go — the cacti, endless desert and hunkering mountains). Absorb some Southwestern Scandinavian flavor with inside’s glorious photo collection of cowskin rugs, ragged rock walls and worn wooden floors. [Via Design for Mankind]
Somehow, and this stymies me, I’d never heard of Coney Island until I moved to New York. (How is that possible?!) Martin Parr’s verité photo series, Last Resort, was shot in the wilds of the crumbling New Brighton beach resort in 1985. There’s some staggering social commentary to be had, in addition to the baby in the tank. (If you’re a fan of the British seaside, be sure to check out Amity’s ode to lobster-colored Brits.) [Via Identical Eye]
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