Chelsea Bauch

Literary Paint Chips (The Paris Review)

“I present a fine case of colored hearing. Perhaps ‘hearing’ is not quite accurate, since the color sensations seem to be produced by the very act of my orally forming a given letter while I imagine its outline. The long a of the English alphabet (and it is this alphabet I have in mind farther on unless otherwise stated) has for me the tint of weathered wood, but the French a evokes polished ebony. This black group also includes hard g (vulcanized rubber) and r (a sooty rag being ripped). Oatmeal n, noodle-limp l, and the ivory-backed hand mirror ofo take care of the whites. I am puzzled by my French on which I see as the brimming tension-surface of alcohol in a small glass…The confessions of a synesthete must sound tedious and pretentious to those who are protected from such leakings and drafts by more solid walls than mine are.” -Vladmir Nabokov

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.” - Maurice Sendak

RIP

“Taking photographs can assuage the itch for possession…Rather than employing it as a supplement to active, conscious seeing, [people use] the medium as a substitute, paying less attention to the world than they had done previously, taking it on faith that photography automatically assured them possession of it.” - Alain de Botton

Strange hands for strange times. #mao #propaganda (Taken with instagram)

“In writing, you must kill your darlings.” -William Faulkner

“The cities of the interior are vast and do not lie on any map.” -J Winterson @mlo84 #love #valentinesday #acceptablycheesy (Taken with instagram)

Emma Bovary.

“She was pale all over, white as a sheet; the skin of her nose was drawn at the nostrils, her eyes looked at you vaguely. After discovering three grey hairs on her temples, she talked much of her old age…Her eyelids seemed chiseled expressly for her long amorous looks in which the pupil disappeared, while a strong inspiration expanded her delicate nostrils and raised the fleshy corner of her lips, shaded in the light by a little black down.”

the composites

police sketch software x fictional characters in literature

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Provisions for my first day at Wieden + Kennedy.

Clockwise from left to right: The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, ballpoint pen, backup pen, Plain Cahier Moleskin notebook, mechanical pencil, backup mechanical pencil, disorganized wallet, “God Bless Huckleberry Finn” button by WK12.7, headphones.

Last night I learned that the optimal high-five requires looking at your high-five partner’s elbow as your hands collide.

This against all instincts that an open palm coming toward your face is not an act of aggression.

nevver:

Consciousness is a Congenital Hallucination

Agatha Christie as surfer babe.