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typeworship:

Typographic Dresses

Keeping with the typographic dress theme, here’s a novel concept expressing the theme ‘Stories that stay with you’, for a Scandinavian women’s magazine.

Created by the agency Kitchen for All The Ladies magazine. Photographer: Massimo Leardini, Illustrator: Bjorn Brochmann

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millionsmillions:

“The portmanteau ‘coffice’ refers to a coffee shop employed as one’s office. Every time I stop into a café in New York City, I think, ‘There they are, the cofficeurs.’ And what I have always been tempted to say to them is: Go home.”

— A Room of Everyone’s Own: The Writer as Public Fixture by Matt Lombardi

[Image via Yanidel]

coverspy:

Officers and GEntlemen, Evelyn Waugh (M, 30s, dark brown courderoy blazer, short curly hair, Strand bookmark, L train) http://bit.ly/H2cgJS

bookmania:

John W. Doull Bookseller in Halifax, NS (Photo by Alexandra Estey)

Literary Pin-ups calender

coverspy:

Forever, Pete Hamill (F, 60s, little white tote, big black tote, navy puffy coat, navy reading glasses, 6 train) http://bit.ly/ytvKBY

jayrosen:

Why I study journalism and criticize it and try to make it better when I can figure out how.

The reason is there in this quote from Thinking the Twentieth Century, by Tony Judt with Timothy Snyder. (Penguin Books, 2012) 

Democracies corrode quite fast; they corrode linguistically, or rhetorically if you like— that’s the Orwellian point about language. They corrode because most people don’t care about them. Notice that the European Union, whose first parliamentary elections were held in 1979 and had an average turnout of over 62 percent, is now looking at turnout of less than 30 percent, even though the European Parliament matters more now and has more power. The difficulty of sustaining voluntary interest in the business of choosing the people who will rule over you is well attested. And the reason why we need intellectuals, as well as all the good journalists we can find, is to fill the space that grows between the two parts of democracy: the governed and the governors. 

Tony Judt, who lived upstairs from me, was one of the great students of the West, and did as much as anyone I know to warn of the corrosives of his time. He was probably the most serious person I have ever met. Judt died prematurely of Lou Gehrig’s Disease in 2010.

Read this brilliant and impossibly moving essay about his last years by his wife, Jennifer Homans: Tony Judt, a Final Victory.