an analogy is a signpost

accumulativeadoration: megumiovvo: chuck-charles: i made a...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:31:31 -0400

megumiovvo:

chuck-charles:

i made a makeup tutorial for all my fellow feminists out there bye

jfc

watch it

ha.

"April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:37:27 -0400

“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”

- Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via delicateswans)

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:37:11 -0400

"I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:36:57 -0400

“I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn’t it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?”

- Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (via rabbitinthemoon)

"I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, all lips. Some are pink and firmly round: a ring,..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:49:22 -0400

“I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, all lips. Some are pink and firmly round: a ring, a tender guardrail from the whole world. And then there are these ones: a second ago they weren’t here, and just now — like a knife-slit — they are here, still dripping sweet blood.”

- Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (via rabbitinthemoon)

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Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:48:52 -0400

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Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:05:28 -0400

(by Klaudija Visockyte)

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:05:23 -0400

(by Klaudija Visockyte)

thedoppelganger: Cutting Age, Yohji Yamamoto, Berlin

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:05:15 -0400

thedoppelganger:

Cutting Age, Yohji Yamamoto, Berlin

"Minus twenty"

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 17:40:15 -0400

“Minus twenty”

- Phil Ochs, shortly before his suicide, when asked how he felt on a scale of one to ten (via magnificentruin)

"There are people like Senhor Jose everywhere, who fill their time, or what they believe to be their..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 17:38:43 -0400

“There are people like Senhor Jose everywhere, who fill their time, or what they believe to be their spare time, by collecting stamps, coins, medals, vases, postcards, matchboxes, books, clocks, sport shirts, autographs, stones, clay figurines, empty beverage cans, little angels, cacti, opera programmes, lighters, pens, owls, music boxes, bottles, bonsai trees, paintings, mugs, pipes, glass obelisks, ceramic ducks, old toys, carnival masks, and they probably do so out of something that we might call metaphysical angst, perhaps because they cannot bear the idea of chaos being the one ruler of the universe, which is why, using their limited powers and with no divine help, they attempt to impose some order on the world, and for a short while they manage it, but only as long as they are there to defend their collection, because when the day comes when it must be dispersed, and that day always comes, either with their death, or when the collector grows weary, everything goes back to its beginnings, everything returns to chaos.”

- Jose Saramago, from All the Names

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Wed, 12 Jun 2013 13:36:02 -0400

ijonlovestarantoga: making of Blade Runner

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 13:35:50 -0400

ijonlovestarantoga:

making of Blade Runner

"Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret,..."

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 13:35:22 -0400

“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”

- Italo Calvino, “Invisible Cities” (via thesoviette)

"We’re more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the..."

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 13:42:41 -0400

““We’re more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can’t give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They’re all blood, you see.””

- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (via lostsometime)

rosettes: Photo by Richard Avedon for Vogue, 1968

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 13:42:21 -0400

rosettes:

Photo by Richard Avedon for Vogue, 1968

voguelivingmagazine: Exchange, the latest pop-up exhibition by...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 13:42:05 -0400

voguelivingmagazine:

Exchange, the latest pop-up exhibition by independent arts platform Lots of M opens tonight at Queen Street Gallery in Woollahra.

Pictured is Acherontia atropos (anterior), digital print with pins and thread,by Cape Town mixed media artist Barbara Wildenboer.

"One drizzly afternoon I had a hankering for one of those cheese-and-lettuce sandwiches. I went..."

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 13:41:47 -0400

“

One drizzly afternoon I had a hankering for one of those cheese-and-lettuce sandwiches. I went through our belongings and found exactly fifty-five cents, slipped on my gray trench coat and Mayakovsky cap, and headed to the Automat.

I got my tray and slipped in my coins but the window wouldn’t open. I tried again without luck and then I noticed the price had gone up to sixty-five cents. I was disappointed, to say the least, when I heard a voice say, “Can I help?”

I turned around and it was Allen Ginsberg. We had never met but there was no mistaking the face of one of our great poets and activists. I looked into those intense dark eyes punctuated by his dark curly beard and just nodded. Allen added the extra dime and also stood me to a cup of coffee. I wordlessly followed him to his table, and then plowed into the sandwich.

Allen introduced himself. He was talking about Walt Whitman and I mentioned I was raised near Camden, where Whitman was buried, when he leaned forward and looked at me intently. “Are you a girl?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Is that a problem?”

He just laughed. “I’m sorry. I took you for a very pretty boy.”

I got the picture immediately. “Well, does this mean I return the sandwich?”

“No, enjoy it. It was my mistake.” He told me he was writing a long elegy for Jack Kerouac, who had recently passed away. “Three days after Rimbaud’s birthday,” I said. I shook his hand and we parted company.

Sometime later Allen became my good friend and teacher. We often reminisced about our first encounter and he once asked how I would describe how we met. “I would say you fed me when I was hungry,” I told him. And he did.

”

- In her fantastic memoir, Just Kids, Patti Smith – who famously spent her youth as a starving artist not in the fashionable political-statement sense but in the physical severe-caloric-deficiency sense – recounts the infinitely delightful anecdote of her encounter with Allen Ginsberg, was born on June 3, 1926. (via explore-blog)

thekumazone: Owls may be symbols of wisdom, but they’re...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 14:40:12 -0400

thekumazone:

Owls may be symbols of wisdom, but they’re actually complete morons

likeafieldmouse: Zhang Kechun - The Yellow River...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 14:39:57 -0400

likeafieldmouse:

Zhang Kechun - The Yellow River (2010-12)

“Kechun spent two years on the banks of the Yellow River, the waterway considered both the cradle of Chinese civilization and, when it breaks its banks, its curse. ‘I wanted to photograph the river respectfully,’ said Zhang. ‘It represents the root of the nation.’

Kechun’s project has the feel of a pilgrimage. He traveled on a fold-up bicycle, following the river’s silted water from the coastal flats of Shandong, west, to the mountains of Qinghai. He journeyed for a month at a time, lugging a large format Linhof camera, a tripod and just enough film. Sometimes, he said, he went a week without taking a picture. ‘I wanted to take my time, to slow down and experience every second of the moment.’

He did not set out to document environmental destruction — others have done that. But China’s headlong rush to develop has scarred the country’s land, air and water, and the mighty Yellow River is no exception. ‘I started off wanting to photograph my ideal of the river, but I kept running into pollution,’ he said. ‘I realized that I couldn’t run away from it, and that I didn’t need to run away from it.’

Though the lunar tones and low horizons feel foreboding, Kechun insists the project carries a message of hope. There is a reason all the people in his pictures look tiny: ‘The power of humans is nothing compared to the power of nature, even when we try to change it. Century upon century, the river runs.’”