monticello #3, 2001
my recent posts are devoid of color. is it a subconcious strategy? its the times, the times. its the season. fall was always darker. its the sad, concrete state of affairs. still there is room for eloquence.
eloquence can shake and stir just as well.
take james casabere. now context makes his work even more gripping. pale, drowning, muted landmarks...
if that's not enough, add his spanking one-hell-of-a-studio by david adjaye.
like the old 80s pop-tarts add
so cool they're hot
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