Fog in the Alps by Jerdess
What’s Good - October, 2017
- curling up with a soft throw blanket, a thing I finally own
- this Smoke + Embers candle that smells of all the best warm-wood-amber parts of a fire, and is, ignore their description and take mine: the most autumnal scent in the woorrlld
- enrobing myself in items one and two and reading/watching A Series of Unfortunate Events (to be continued!!!)
- apple brandy cocktails, also to be continued
- nearly drowning in the rain at the West Coast Giant Pumpkin Regatta
- rocking a black corduroy miniskirt with a tiny floral pattern that is exactly the sort of late 90s garment I would have gone nuts for at age 10, and now
- FOGGY MORNINGS
- the unbelievably buttery salmon chowder in a toasted sourdough bread-bowl I had at the little lunch-hour cafe next to work, and then walking out the door into yellow leaves and bright crisp air that literally smelled like apples
- and deeply anticipating my yearly Over the Garden Wall watch
“Hedgehog in the Fog” dir. Yuriy Norshteyn, 1975
“In the evenings, the little Hedgehog went to the Bear Cub to count stars. They would sit on the log and sip tea, gazing at the starry sky. It hung on the roof, just behind the chimney. To the right of the chimney were the Bear Cub’s stars and the stars to the left were the Hedgehog’s.”
In this installation called Endless, New York-based artist Cai Guo Qiang creates a calm atmosphere where classic wooden ships float along green, foggy waves of water.
Valhalla Rising (2009)
…Not to hijack a perfectly lovely and unrelated piece of art, but this is more or less exactly where I picture the redoubtable @wellntruly‘s Will Graham & Hannibal Are Dead taking place (anachronistic ships and gallery lighting arguably inclusive, given the inspiration).
CANON