The Monkey Mind of Peter Durand

After participating in a conference on sustainable ecomaterials and the textile industry, I have a new mental filter set for: (1) how stuff I wear is made; (2) where the materials are sourced; (3) how the people are treated who fabricate them, and (4) what happens when my stuff "dies".

That is a lot to keep in mind when buying jeans. So check Raleigh Denium out!

More of the story of the young eco-minded co-founders Victor and Sarah Lytvinenko is available at Eco-Chick, NYLON MAG, and TreeHugger.

Excited to see arts documentary on Knoxville homeboy, Tim Hussey. Includes interview with Yee Haw Industries, among other kicka** image-driven artists.

See Tim's work (and inspirational photos of his workspace) here: http://www.husseyart.com/

I miss all my beautiful friends I used to make stuff with. Randomly. To escape boredom. To entertain each other. Because we liked surprises.

A LIVING PORTRAIT OF THE MAN IN BLACK

The Johnny Cash Project is an online global collective public art project and visual testament to the life and career of Johnny Cash. Working in collaboration with director Chris Milk, Aaron Koblin, Rick Rubin, and the Cash Estate, we created a highly interactive website celebrating American VI: Ain’t No Grave, Johnny Cash’s final studio recording.

Visitors to the site artistically reinterpret archival footage with the use of a custom drawing tool, to create and share their vision of the Man in Black. These original, personal portraits are then strung together and played in sequence over the song, “Ain’t No Grave.” Creating a moving, ever-evolving homage to the musical icon, the result is a crowd-sourced animated online music video that pushes the boundaries of the medium. The site has already received over 175,000 visitors from 165 countries, and features almost 10,000 drawing submissions.

The album “Ain’t No Grave” is deeply rooted in themes of mortality, resurrection, and everlasting life. The Johnny Cash Project pays tribute to these themes.

www.johnnycashproject.com

The is only famous person I have wept for on the day of their death. (Albeit, drunkenly and embarrassingly in a bar.)

This has liberated me to wear my gas station glasses, sweet goatee, and sandals with socks to the water park.

Even my six-year-old daughter has memorized the lyrics.