120. Truly, We Live With Mysteries Too Marvelous To Be Understood 🧿
Quick note if you’ve been reading along here, I’ll be finishing up on The Dossier soon (5 more posts, #125 will be my last) as I’m focussing my spare time on growing and nurturing a different personal project.
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Friends!
It’s the weekend (amen).
Here’s three things you may find interesting and/or meaningful.
1. Beach Body ⛱️
DEAR BODY — Elise Esposito
2. On Art 🎭
One of my favourite places to visit when I’m in Venice is the Peggy Guggenheim Museum.
Look at her here! Zero fucks given on her gondola with her dog. ❤️🔥
I love reading juicy articles just like this about fascinating ladies.
“Her clothing reflected her state of mind. On wearing two mismatched earrings, she declared: "I wore one of my (Yves) Tanguy earrings and one made by [Alexander] Calder in order to show my impartiality between Surrealist and Abstract Art." When first husband Laurence discovered her infidelity on a skiing trip in Switzerland, he found her drunk with a lipstick red-cross marked on each cheek. "She was remarkably ugly," the painter Jean Helion would comment, "in such a pleasant way."
3. A Question, an answer ❓
I just feel so fucking empty. So hollow. What can I do?
MARINA, MADRID, SPAIN
This beautiful answer from one of my faves, Nick Cave.
“It might be worth bearing in mind, Marina, that this emptiness that you feel, that we all feel to a greater or lesser degree, is not a condition in itself, rather it is an indicator of our own self-absorption, and signals a need. It asks something of us, this emptiness, this hollowness. It is a call. It is a call to meaning, and a call to love. It requires of us that we reach beyond our own dejection and attend to the condition of the world.”
See you next weekend.