the truth the dead know

Barbara Pearlman, Fashion Illustration (1972)

Manu's Reading, New York, NY “A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.” ― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2013)

Happy days are here again, The skies above are clear again Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again, Altogether shout it now There's no one who can doubt it now So let's tell the world about it now Happy days are here again, Your cares and troubles are gone They're be no more from now on Happy days are here again, The skies above are clear again Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again, So long sad time, so long bad time We are rid of you at last Howdy gay times, cloudy gray times You are now a thing of the past Happy days are here again, The skies above are clear again Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again, Altogether shout it now There's no one who can doubt it now So let's tell the world about it now Happy days are here again, Your cares and troubles are gone They're be no more from now on Happy days are here again, The skies above are clear again Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again, Happy days are here again, The skies above are clear again Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again - Milton Ager (1929)

Comme Des Garcons, cotton t-shirt, Spring/Summer1983

Comme Des Garcons, Fall 2002

Barbara Pearlman, Illustrations for Galey and Lord (1960-1970)

“Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?” ― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2013)

"...it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.” ― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (1899)

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.” ― Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café (1951)

“Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly ‘s done, when the battle ‘s lost and won” ― William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1611)

“I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992)

an important message from Phoebe Philo at Céline

 ― Joan Didion, Run River (1963)

Isaac Mizrahi, Fall 2004 (left) and Proenza Schouler, Spring 2014 (right) Somehow in the hands of Jack and Lazaro, Raylene Marasco's hand painting on fabric, her outlining of the seams right up to the edge,  looks so much more chic and relevant than it did a decade ago when she did it at Isaac Mizrahi.