I’ve never been quite brave enough to wear bright white socks with bright black shoes. I mean, it’s not as if this is a gauntlet that’s daily thrown down before me by my wardrobe, a challenge from which I have ever slunk trembling, I’ve just quietly avoided the combination. Like going out wearing a hockey mask and a blood-spattered butcher’s apron, it’s just something I don’t do. But now, finally, I’ve been shown how it’s done. My doors of perception have been flung open by Aldous Huxley and his snowy ankles.
Here’s the full photo of Huxley:
He’s leaping at the behest of Phillippe Halsman. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of Philippe Halsman’s Jump Book until just now. Considering how much I love books about people jumping. What was it Huxley said? “Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.” Two of which are jumping, and discovering books about people jumping.