AMAZING. More to follow.
So Gavin pointed me in the direction of these beautiful photos by Christa Parravani. Some of them (including the photo of Mabel Osborne at left) will be in a hopefully book-length series of Spoon River photos. Just as delightful as the photo browsing is the assertion that the photographer is often mistaken for Louise Brooks — judge for yourself.
Over at Jeff Ford’s: Present From The Past. Do. Not. Miss:
After my mother finally quit drinking, she entered a brief epoch of peace in her life. Gone were the paranoia, the accusations, the belittlements, the bitter rage of judgment, her look of fear. For years, nearly every day a lost weekend, she had been possessed by the dark amber ghast of gag-sweet Taylor Cream Sherry. Living with her back then had been like living with a vampire whose bite drained but never conferred immortality. What eventually brought about her unexpected exorcism, I can now only guess, but when she resurfaced she was quiet and ready to laugh. She was watching and listening.