The poodle wallpaper in the bathroom off of Gladys’ bedroom.
I got this one by practically bending myself in half, hovering anti-gravity-like over the velvet rope. Nobody else was around. I was alone on this tour. 9 am on January 2, 2013. Because nobody else was on the tour, I just wandered around by myself. I had time to spend 5 minutes looking at an ashtray. I also was in the midst of a full-blown weeks-long rampaging manic episode. So that’s all #goodtimes. The place was totally quiet. Since there wasn’t a crowd jostling around me, you could practically hear the house. It was like I had entered William Eggleston’s famous photos of Graceland. Objects emerged from view. “General impressions” of rooms dissolved and I became drawn into all the details. I could linger. Each object picked with love and care. Each object personal. It wouldn’t have surprised me to hear footsteps overhead, or voices from the next room. Being there by myself really drove it home – that this was a home. It’s STILL a family home.
This will be a new daily series on the site, mainly because I am trying to keep my spirits up in this shitshow of a world.
Hang in there. Your blog has been helpful and instructive to me for years. Thank you for keeping it up.
Thanks Elliott!!
thanks. we really need stuff like this right now.
yes. I think so too.
One man’s shitshow is another man’s revival. Take a deep, deep breath, dear Sheila.
The fascism and blood and soil nationalism sweeping the democratic nations of the world is definitely a revival of something, that’s for sure.
In the meantime though: Poodle wallpaper!
Poodle Wallpaper for everyone!