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archimaps:

View from Pont Alexandre III onto the International Pavilions at the World’s Fair in 1900, Paris

archimaps:

View from Pont Alexandre III onto the International Pavilions at the World’s Fair in 1900, Paris

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When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay.
Brian Aldiss (via nathanielstuart)

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likeafieldmouse:

Arshile Gorky - Nighttime, Enigma and Nostalgia

"Between 1931 and 1934, Gorky made a series of more than eighty drawings and two paintings that he titled Nighttime, Enigma and Nostalgia. The inspiration for this important body of work came from Giorgio de Chirico’s 1914 painting The Fatal Temple [last image of the above set]. 

De Chirico’s mysterious painting, with its suggestion of the joy and suffering of the mother-and-son relationship, must have resonated with Gorky, who had by this time begun two important works on the theme of the artist and his mother.

With its interlocking shapes, shallow, Cubist-derived space, and compartmentalized imagery, the series represents a distinct departure from Gorky’s earlier experiments with the techniques and motifs of Cézanne and other modern masters.

Nighttime, Enigma and Nostalgia moved farther and farther from De Chirico’s work as it progressed, to the point where the two paintings on the theme can be considered among the most original of Gorky’s early accomplishments.”

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likeafieldmouse:

Cui Fei - Read by Touch (2005-6) - Thorns on rice paper

Nostalgia is a
dirty liar
that insists things
were better
than they seemed.
Michelle K. (via simulated)

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lamorbidezza:

Valentino Haute Couture Fall 2011 Details

lamorbidezza:

Valentino Haute Couture Fall 2011 Details

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Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via catelynstarks)

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The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again.
Ursula LeGuin (via nathanielstuart)

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anemolia:

Patricia van der Vliet by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello for Numéro #110

anemolia:

Patricia van der Vliet by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello for Numéro #110

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I’m watching Charlie do his thing and it’s good, man. It’s like, good.

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Sandro Botticelli, PRIMAVERA (1482)

Sandro Botticelli, PRIMAVERA (1482)

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