The Seafaring Gypsy

"I got to stop going into detail, okay? Because I'll start crying..."
Jan 16
Jun 28

“Still look forward to gettin amongst it” – The Dark Side of the Lens.

This is some of the most passionately shot imagery I’ve ever seen.  This stuff is simply superb.

Hello there new followers.  First, you guys fracking rule.  Thank you.  It seems because Tumblr rock star Kyoko Escamilla blogged about a gift I gave her here I got a bunch of attention.  I feel like the ugly friend of a popular chick in a high school romantic comedy, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.  Allow me to introduce myself: I like black and white movies set in Paris and London. I like breakfast for dinner at 24-hour diners. I like classic cocktails with names like Manhattan and Sidecar. I like wearing my grandfather’s heavy, blue wool overcoat and my father’s gray fedora in the winter. I like talking baseball with strangers. I like rooting for the bad guy in heist movies. I like jazz that sounds like a rainy night in New York. I like poems about the sea and matters of the heart. I like women who know how to say fuck because they’re comfortable in their own skin. I like minimalism though I like too much stuff to be a minimalist. I like September because it’s gorgeous everywhere. I like buying the newspaper from a news stand. I like soul music on Sunday mornings. I like Coca-Cola in glass bottles. I like red toes. I like the Beatles in mono and the Rolling Stones in stereo. I like the word ‘caper’ when it’s used to describe a crime. I like women who cook breakfast in my shirt and their underwear. I like it when they’re referred to as the funny papers. I like packages wrapped in brown paper and twine. I like the way middle-aged Italian men dress. I like stripped socks.
Jul 14

Hello there new followers.  First, you guys fracking rule.  Thank you.  It seems because Tumblr rock star Kyoko Escamilla blogged about a gift I gave her here I got a bunch of attention.  I feel like the ugly friend of a popular chick in a high school romantic comedy, but hey, I’ll take what I can get. 

Allow me to introduce myself:

I like black and white movies set in Paris and London.

I like breakfast for dinner at 24-hour diners.

I like classic cocktails with names like Manhattan and Sidecar.

I like wearing my grandfather’s heavy, blue wool overcoat and my father’s gray fedora in the winter.

I like talking baseball with strangers.

I like rooting for the bad guy in heist movies.

I like jazz that sounds like a rainy night in New York.

I like poems about the sea and matters of the heart.

I like women who know how to say fuck because they’re comfortable in their own skin.

I like minimalism though I like too much stuff to be a minimalist.

I like September because it’s gorgeous everywhere.

I like buying the newspaper from a news stand.

I like soul music on Sunday mornings.

I like Coca-Cola in glass bottles.

I like red toes.

I like the Beatles in mono and the Rolling Stones in stereo.

I like the word ‘caper’ when it’s used to describe a crime.

I like women who cook breakfast in my shirt and their underwear.

I like it when they’re referred to as the funny papers.

I like packages wrapped in brown paper and twine.

I like the way middle-aged Italian men dress.

I like stripped socks.

It’s getting to be about that time of year when the U.S. Navy selection boards approves their final recommendations for those they want to see advanced to Chief Petty Officer.  It is also the time of year when my romantic side starts to blossom in full.  So… here’s Emma Hart Willard’s “Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep.” Rocked in the cradle of the deep I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For Thou, O Lord! hast power to save. I know Thou wilt not slight my call, For Thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall; And calm and peaceful shall I sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. When in the dead of night I lie And gaze upon the trackless sky, The star-bespangled heavenly scroll, The boundless waters as they roll, - I feel Thy wondrous power to save From perils of the stormy wave: Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I calmly rest and soundly sleep. And such the trust that still were mine, Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine, Or though the tempest’s fiery breath Roused me from sleep to wreck and death. In ocean cave, still safe with Thee The germ of immortality! And calm and peaceful shall I sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

Jul 29
Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep

By Thomas Hovey I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay. There ‘s a schooner in the offing, With her topsails shot with fire, And my heart has gone aboard her For the Islands of Desire. I must forth again to-morrow! With the sunset I must be Hull down on the trail of rapture In the wonder of the sea.

Jul 29
The Sea Gypsy

"If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea."

- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Sep 3
Sep 7

Ivan Maximov created these opening titles for 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea for a school project. Relatively simple, compared to some of the intricate excellence you see on Art of the Title these days, but I think they are well executed. I really like the combination of live action underwater footage with some slick After Effects motion overtop. Would love to see a longer version.

(Source: blog.iso50.com)

Ummm, FUCK YES. 
Sep 27

Ummm, FUCK YES.