Taste literally dictates the techniques of our bodies. It is a social orientation that shows us our place in the world. What we love, what we hate, what “works” for us, it is inventively a combo of where we’ve come from, and where we think we’re going. Taste is not an object, but a process: a series of framings and refinements which lead one’s particular image of perfection. And because everything is, to some degree, subsumed by fashion, even our images of perfection are up for grabs, changing constantly, mutating from one hotness to another. Quality might be said to be the end product of the process of taste: the essence that’s left after the acid test: the nectar of resolution that becomes exemplary.

- Barbara Kruger (via blua)

(Source: filthavenue, via blua)

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“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

One of my favorite stories about celebrity.

(via 52994)

A Sequence of Events

It’s not that I was sad prior to when I met you; it’s that you gave me a form of happiness that did not exist before.

I like to think that I was meant to meet you.

It was a Sunday. It looked as if it was about to rain, but that didn’t stop Tina and me from sitting on the sidewalk of Cooper Square, doodling with chalk as everyone played frisbee and volleyball next to us. And the fear of meeting new people did not stop Ghazal and her cousin from coming over and talking to us, or inviting us to a party later.

I’m grateful it didn’t rain, that I didn’t go to the Midnight Cruise with the rest of my friends, that I ended up going to that kid’s party, that you took my number, and asked me out for coffee the next day.

And that I said yes.