Maggie ran into Gehry and Heller downtown the other day. Always so nice to bump into old friends.
Charlie and Anni share a moment.
When negotiating bouts of bipolarity, did Van Gogh find solace in the fact that his work would someday be reproduced on thousands of pairs of shoes?
I imagine that the poet Robert Bringhurst, wrapped in his island’s trees and mist and quiet, never expected to appear on design student hands.
A strange and sudden solidarity with the Suprematists has appeared in Studio. Should I be concerned?