Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Magnolia

Hi Dawlin',
I seen Magnolia today in hur daddy's Corniche. She sed id wuz so hot that she culdnt stumble to a sell rack at Neeman Marcus, even if id had a neon sine on top of id wif too disco balls tide on thee inds.
Everwon here in Dallas id concurned bout yure deadline.
Like Tennesse Williams sed, "if I dont kill a bottl uf Suthern Comfert bye noon, and make theez pincils fly, my publishr is gonna snatch back my advanc moni."
Yur Sex Musheen xxx
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
In The Flames

The blaze, which started in a pot of paper flowers, spread quickly to the dancers' costumes.
At the height of the inferno, a battery of overheated Tequilla bottles began to explode in the flames.
The bandleader bravely led the orchestra in "El Rancho Grande", even as his pet Chihuahua was being trampled in the panic.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Grace Zabriskie
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
United Artists, Ltd.

United Artists, Ltd.
325 East San Antonio Street
Marfa, Texas 79843
tel:432.729.1905
info@unitedartistsltd.com
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Missive From Kevin Murphy Regarding Duke

Aren't you the greatest?
I took that picture last Summer.
Duke lives on my friend's ranch in Ojai.
His daddy belongs to Peter Fonda and his mom belongs to Mary Crosby.
He's a Hollywood Ranch Pup!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Locker Plant

Allison V. Smith, Locker Plant. May 2004. Marfa, Texas
C-print; Edition 1/20
24 x 20 inches
Courtesy the artist and Barry Whistler Gallery, Dallas
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tastier Spiced With

After a famous person dies, his biographers feel free to give him a glittering list of intimate friends.
Anecdotes are so much tastier spiced with expensive names.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mothers' Day

Gwendolyn Bradford
Rome, Italy
1946
I love you Mom! Please forgive me for killing two of your husbands.
xxxHarryxxx
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Miss Edwina

Cornelius was there, and they had scarcely said hello when he told his son to start shifting a pile of firewood from one side of the backyard to the other.
Miss Edwina, who heard him making smacking noises when he ate -- perhaps he was so glad to have some home cooking -- told him brightly: "Turn left at the foot of the stairs, son Thomas. There's a trough for you in the kitchen."











