Someone once said half of Jim Walrod is better than double anybody else. What I know for sure is that no Jim at all is rotten, fucked up and really really sad. He died a few days ago, and we all lost a great guy. I’ve never met anyone as generous as Jim. Or as broadly knowing. Or as present. This photo is from a Moss party in 2003. It’s Jim and one of his Beastie Boys, and it sort of says it all–Jim, rapt, taking it all in, and sharing it. He was everywhere.
Why is he the only person making noise? We all know what’s going on. We all know he plays the media and the news cycle like a cello. And we all enable. Anderson Cooper spends his whole hour in wonderment that what’s happening is happening. People are appalled. People are angry. People are stupified. And yet no one yells back at him. No one stands up at his absurb gatherings and yells back or questions his lies. The Times and the Post are brilliant at their dissection of his plays and his faults but they, like everyone else, are polite. Susan Collins is polite. Chuck Schumer is polite. Why is everyone so fucking polite? He’s not polite. He will obviously get away with every single thing he can get away with and until some court in Hawaii says no, he will keep going. Where is the shouting back? Where is the outrage? Why does our collective formal opposition sit silently by? Where is Elizabeth Fucking Warren? Where is Bernie Fucking Sanders? Where is anybody on Democratic side? Why does even the left news media allow the spokes idiots to get away with what they’re saying? Why doesn’t someone just slug Conway in the fucking jaw? These people are destroying our country. Why doesn’t someone shout at the new spokes liar and call her on what she’s lying about? Why does anyone even go to the press conferences, without video or sound? What exactly is the point? Where does the line get drawn? Does the media need to be required to offer up some lefty reporters to the DC police? We heard them, officer. They were talking trash about the President. Is this what’s next?
Imagine us sitting in chairs laughing. On the sidewalk in front of a hardware store. In Connecticut. Well, get over it. We did and here we are, nearly hysterical most of the time. I certainly do not wish to imply that we just woke up one day and found ourselves here. No, loyal readers, we chose this. And now we must sit on it (to adjust the metaphor slightly). Now that we have regained our equilibrium, we are back in business and open for business and doing business, and I do not mean the hardware business. I mean the advisory/consulting business. Just from another angle. For a fuller take on this angle I refer to, click on the pic and you will suddenly find yourself on 1stDibs, at a magazine story about the whole thing.
So stop screwing around. Moss Bureau can simplify things. It’s simply what we do. Click to learn more.
Her death today was absolutely shocking. I think it’s because Zaha was always so amazingly powerfully THERE. She was a life force. She was brilliant and she was mean. A life of fighting for position took its toll. She was not nice. In fact, she was horrible. Look at that face. But you could not resist her and you could not ignore her astounding work. We will miss all aspects of this giant relentless breathtaking woman. Click on her photo above to go to a tribute today in the Guardian, a list with photos of her ten most extraordinary buildings. And click on the photo below to go to a great interview with her in an amazing magazine called UNCUBED. It’s where both of these photos are from.
It’s unbelievable what’s happening here in the land of March Madness and April Showers and May Day! May Day! May Day! Spring ahead for savings beyond human understanding. Click on SAVINGS to be transported right there. You will not be sorry. Well, you might be one of those depressed people who are just always unhappy in which case we can’t really engage. But otherwise, mossPOP is the ticket to springtime happy.
Ali Tayar was a friend and colleague, and a great and talented architect and designer and we will miss him terribly. Click on his photo to read the moving obit that Fred Bernstein has written in Interior Design.
A great day for American politics this wasn’t. Click on stupid to read Palin’s actual “language” of the endorsement. English? Not so much.
It’s funny how you take certain people for granted, thinking they’ll just always be there, so you don’t pay the attention you maybe should. What an amazing life David Bowie had. What a spectacular play across music and theatre and everything in between. He was truly transformative in ways we’re only now realizing. Including releasing his last album two days before he dies, fully aware of his impending death. Click on the photo to go to a Huffington Post piece about his great breathtaking duets. You’ll be lost for the rest of the day.