Ang sarap sigurong maging book cover artist para sa Vintage. They've got some of the most intruiging, disturbing and, yes, cerebral* covers I've seen of late. Again, kung mas savvy lang ako maglagay ng images, nilagay ko na dito ang ilan sa mga paborito kong covers.

Isa sa mga paborito ko si Quentin Fiore, na mas kilala na cover designer ng mga libro ni Marshall McLuhan. Well, at least the first editions of his books such as The Medium is the Massage. The cover art of the edition of the Andre Breton book I mentioned in a previous post was also done by Fiore. I wonder if he's still alive and still doing wonderful book art.

When I think Quentin Fiore, I also think of (I already mentioned) Marshall McLuhan and the grandaddy of geodesic homes, R. Buckminster Fuller. Kids of the 60's whose minds were expansive, probably mostly from the drugs of the era, haha. If there would be an era I would've wanted to have lived in, it would have to be that decade. In Europe, that is. All those universities under siege. The frumpy chic fashion. All those unshaved armpits. (Well, many of them, I think, still don't shave, nyahaha.)

And speaking of shaving your armpits, there was a time when I tried to go for weeks without shaving. I was inspired by this woman I espied jogging at the University of Vermont who, upon waving to a friend across the street, revealed a very lush brunette mass of perfection. Of course, there was Julia Roberts who was rudely photographed with a perfect mass of pit hair on both arms.

So anyway, I went for around three weeks without shaving. I can only remember playing with my armpit hair, rubbing my fingers across the progressing strands when I get bored with what I'm doing (of course, in private). It does remind you of bermuda grass, except gentler and more submissive to control. And of course, that it's black.

However, one thing ended it - my penchance for wearing my tank tops and camisoles as outerwear. Wala ako sa Europe, can't pull off that shit here.

Update on the exhiliration that is Possession by A.S. Byatt. I am getting impatient with having to plod through the poems of the Victorian poets being investigated by Maud and Roland. Another downside to being Possession-crazy is that every other novel I read truly pales in comparison, truly unfair. The Painter of Battles? Ay naku, tama na ang pagaangst sa ethics of war photography. Staffet already. Mabuti na lang newsprint version ang binili ko.

Gusto ko lang banggitin ito: when I told J. I am a fire dragon AND a Sagittarian, she let out a chuckle that seemed to translate to "Oh, woman. You're a piece of work." But actually, what she did say was that I was like her deceased mother whom she used to clash with. But then again, what daughter did not clash with her mother?

* About the asterisk beside the word 'cerebral.' Over the weekend, Nanay told me a joke about our Chancellor and the word 'cerebral.' No, it's not what you think. It's even funnier than what the imagination permits.