In the alley there was a shaft elevator that was open. Some people were inside it. It’s also the smallest museum in New York City.
I wonder if you figured out that I needed to love myself the way I loved you, and that I needed to see myself the way I saw you.
Is this what I am living for? For the approval of men and women alike?
These will make you think about what we are really looking at every day.
Longevity and specificity. Do anything for long enough and the high points of the past fade into relative mediocrity.
13. Listen to your intuition and trust that life will work itself out. This may be the hardest lesson I’ve had to learn.
A shimmer of gold, beset by a white or black background, is far too obvious: its rarity is mocked.
Everything is pretend.
I wonder about the one who worked at the League of Women Voters and who had tattoos all up on her arms.
More than just the preeminent commentator on the social role and cultural politics of graphic design in contemporary culture, the English cultural critic Rick Poynor is our most reliable dashboard navigator through the visual landscape, a politically astute, historically literate GPS plotting our course through the forest of signs.