Sevdaliza via @abdullaelmaz on Instagram
Nancy Fouts
Birth of Venus, without Venus (After Boticelli, Birth of Venus)
2013
Grażyna Smalej (Polish, b. 1976, Chełm, Poland) - 1: Bath XXX, 2010 2: Bath XXIX, 2010 Paintings: Oil on Canvas
“There is no “supposed to be” in bodies. The question is not size of shape or years of age, or even having two of everything, for some do not. But the wild issue is, does this body feel, does it have right connection to pleasure, to heart, to soul, to the wild? Does it have happiness, joy?”
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992
Svetlana Zakharova’s hands, La Fille Du Pharaon
Opfergang (Veit Harlan, 1944)
jasminesapphires“The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined discourse. Familiarity creates a new language, an in-house language of intimacy that carries reference to the story the two lovers are weaving together and that cannot be readily understood by others.”
Alain de Botton, On Love
(via mesogeios)
angel sun, princess moon, fairy rising
You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951
mesogeios“We can express our feelings regarding the world around us either by poetic or by descriptive means. I prefer to express myself metaphorically. Let me stress: metaphorically, not symbolically. A symbol contains within itself a definite meaning, certain intellectual formula, while metaphor is an image. An image possessing the same distinguishing features as the world it represents. An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools that are definite and finite. We can analyse the formula that constitutes a symbol, while metaphor is a being-within-itself, it’s a monomial. It falls apart at any attempt of touching it.”
Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in Time (via ardora)
comme des garçons 98.
“And now it’s spring, so my ideas are always so nice, sharp, inventive, and the dreams I have are tender; everything is rose-coloured.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821-1881), from “Poor People” (1846), translated from the Russian by Hugh Aplin
“ А вот теперь весна, так и мысли всё такие приятные, острые, зателивые, и мечтания приходят нежные; всё в розовом цвете. “
Nada Malanima at Sanremo, 1971
stephen doherty
I am not the same person I was 1 movie ago
photo: @dlhomeme via @exmyfr
potrait of my absence