and the sign says READ ME

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Poems. 1920.

1. Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.

HERE I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass, 5
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London. 10
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.
I an old man, 15
A dull head among windy spaces.

Signs are taken for wonders. “We would see a sign!”
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger 20
In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero
With caressing hands, at Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room; 25

By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles; Fräulein von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles
Weave the wind. I have no ghosts, 30
An old man in a draughty house
Under a windy knob.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, 35
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What’s not believed in, or if still believed, 40
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues 45
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last
We have not reached conclusion, when I
Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last 50
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the backward devils
I would meet you upon this honestly.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom 55
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use them for your closer contact? 60
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do, 65
Suspend its operations, will the weevil
Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn, 70
White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.

Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season. 75

Bowjie Fall 2011 Video

Bowjie Fall 2011 from Sita Young on Vimeo.

home shopping bow work

Yesterday m’girl Maggie brought me to a pal of her Mom’s house for some vintage shopping.
Friends this is the way it should be done – we spent about four hours trying on clothes, listening to records, eating goat cheese salad, playing with the lizard and having girl time.
The owner of Vintazia, Susan Londoner is an ex-pat New Yorker like me, and danced for the NYC ballet along with Maggie’s Mom for ten some years.
Now she lives in the most delectable house in Los Feliz and her living room has been transformed into an amazing vintage shop. I found that long-delayed but always expected piece of clothing the avid shopper lives for and so will you…
The house may look familiar to you style heads and that is ’cause it was used for the Wildfox Fall 2010 collection staring her hotness and ANTM winner Nicole Fox.

fire going

Maggie

Nic for Wildfox @ Susan's spot

dressing room

And now for the best news high end Bowjies will be avalible @ the shop!!!
As of now she does not have a set open night but it is in the works
you can make an appointment to shop by calling 323-646-9927
or just stop by cause she’s usually around 1921 n. Hobart la, ca

Bowjies at Vintazia

Susan and I

Add Vintazia on Facebook here
WILDFOX

bone and sugar, milk and blood

Credits
Pic 1- Vintage white dress Vitazia $150, Flower Necklace Style Express Gardena, CA $2.99 Rosary The Bohdi Tree $10 Vintage Black Onyx Necklace $275 (source unknown)
Pic 2- Green Dress Goodwill West LA $ 7.99, Black Ring Fragments NYC $778, Green Slime Bowjie $35, Plastic Cuff Style Express $1.99, Black Fur Booties Top Shoes Westwood, CA $25
Pic 3- White Vintage Slip Vintazia $125, Jungle Bowjie $35, Black tights Wolford $55
Pic 4- Dress Goodwill $7.99, Flower Bomb Bowjie $35, jewelery and shoes see above
Pic 5- Vintage Daisy top Vintazia $35, Lips by Revlon and Wet n Wild black liner
Pic 6- See Pic 1, Combat Boots by Dr. Martens $125, Black Water Bowjie $35
Pic 10- Bra Vic Secret $60, Clown Town Bowjie $35
Pic 11- L’Orange Bowjie $35
Pic 12- Blue Silk Coat $85 Vintazia, Alexander Wang Shoes $550
Pink Crumble Bowjie $35

Tara and the Bow Queens

A very talented photographer who works up in Valencia where the ol’ Alma Matter CalArts is situated got a hold of some great bows and photographer her little babies in them.
These kids are the coolest on the playground …

WWW.TARAROCHELLE.COM

Youth Be Fleaing

I’ve expanded my flea marketing to A. Kinney and Silverlake
Here are shots from the past few weekends and some happy clients
xoxo to them

Bowjie

WTF

Hulu added the Criterion collection Holy Mother
Good Bows
Better Mind Fuck

From 'Picnic At Hanging Rock' private school girls go missing for no reason and are never found

From 'House' Japanese school girls go to their friends dead Aunts house get eaten, a man turns into a pile of bananas

From 'An Angel at my Table' A really good writer with an Annie afro get screwed by life

imagine that

BowjieValentine

All weekend I will be fleaing it up
Sat. 2/12 @ MICHELTORENA STREETELEMENTARY SCHOOL
1511 MICHELTORENA STREET
(CROSS ST. SUNSET BLVD.)
LA CA 90026

http://www.silverlakeartcraftvintage.com/

Sun. 2/13 @ The Rose Bowl

http://www.rgcshows.com/RoseBowl/ArtsCraftsShows.aspx

see you there lovers

i’ve never been good

Where is Sita? Why has she not posted in forever? What could she have been doing?

All this an more answered in the week to come…till then
enjoy