…tomorrow is our permanent address

and there they’ll scarcely find us (if they do,
we’ll move away still further: into now).

 - All ignorance toboggans into know, e.e. cummings
Clare Grill, Leave Room for the Holy Spirit.

Clare Grill, Leave Room for the Holy Spirit.

I remember there have been frequent complaints about supposedly “too many” photos of empty parking lots in contemporary photography. What that tells us, though, is not that photographers have no ideas, but that the spaces we live in are indeed cluttered with those terrible wastes of spaces: Those photographs are reflecting back on us, as a society, what we have done to the places we live in. - Conscientious.
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(via cerebralmuseum)

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the umbrellas of cherbourg

the umbrellas of cherbourg

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(via sofiacoppola)

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theswingingsixties:

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Everyone in the world knows that Jesus and his teachings were non-violent except Christians. - Gandhi (via azspot)
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anna karina “A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of laughter more terrible than any sadness; a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.” — Jack London (White Fang)

anna karina

“A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of laughter more terrible than any sadness; a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.”

— Jack London (White Fang)

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natalia vodiannova vogue russia

Selim I

Selim I

remembranceofthingspast: Blue (via Dill Pixels) Il conformista (1970) Italo: A normal man? For me, a normal man is one who turns his head to see a beautiful woman’s bottom. The point is not just to turn your head. There are five or six reasons. And he is glad to find people who are like him, his equals. That’s why he likes crowded beaches, football, the bar downtown… Marcello: At Piazza Venice. Italo: He likes people similar to himself and does not trust those who are different. That’s why a normal man is a true brother, a true citizen, a true patriot… Marcello: A true fascist.

remembranceofthingspast:

Blue (via Dill Pixels)

Il conformista (1970)

Italo: A normal man? For me, a normal man is one who turns his head to see a beautiful woman’s bottom. The point is not just to turn your head. There are five or six reasons. And he is glad to find people who are like him, his equals. That’s why he likes crowded beaches, football, the bar downtown… 
Marcello: At Piazza Venice. 
Italo: He likes people similar to himself and does not trust those who are different. That’s why a normal man is a true brother, a true citizen, a true patriot… 
Marcello: A true fascist.

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Riccardo Schwamenthal

Riccardo Schwamenthal