You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.

—John Berger, Ways of Seeing

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bonecastles:

La Douleur, Paul Dardé (1813)

bonecastles:

La Douleur, Paul Dardé (1813)

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I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground  (via ancient-serpent)

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We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept - our own selves - that we love.
This is true in the whole gamut of love. In sexual love we seek our own pleasure via another body. In non-sexual love, we seek out own pleasure via our own idea. The masturbator may be abject, but in point of fact he’s the perfect logical expression of the lover. He’s the only one who doesn’t feign and doesn’t fool himself.
The relations between one soul and another, expressed through such uncertain and variable things as shared words and proffered gestures, are deceptively complex. The very act of meeting each other is a non-meeting. Two people say ‘I love you’ or mutually think it and feel it, and each has in mind a different idea, a different life, perhaps even a different colour or fragrance, in the abstract sum of impressions that constitute the soul’s activity

—Fernando Pessoa (via tristealven)


w e l c o m e   t o   n i g h t   v a l e
What a temporary perfection we can find in this passing world. Everything good, ever done, everything good that was done today; and all the good people doing it. And back, and back, and forward, and forward. All that beauty within a universe unraveling.Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it is. How unlikely! How fantastic! And stupid. And excellent.

w e l c o m e   t o   n i g h t   v a l e

What a temporary perfection we can find in this passing world. Everything good, ever done, everything good that was done today; and all the good people doing it. And back, and back, and forward, and forward. All that beauty within a universe unraveling.Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it is. How unlikely! How fantastic! And stupid. And excellent.

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aquaticwonder:

Modern GirlsPascal Pierrou

aquaticwonder:

Modern Girls
Pascal Pierrou

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You can’t settle down until the Icarus in your blood, in your blood drowns. So just move around.

—Sunset Rubdown, “Idiot Heart”

kb35mmepq:

London on Film (B&W)
Covent Garden 2014
Shot on Nikon F50, Ilford super XP2 400 B&W Film

kb35mmepq:

London on Film (B&W)

Covent Garden 2014

Shot on Nikon F50, Ilford super XP2 400 B&W Film

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hierarchical-aestheticism:

Medusa al centro dell’Egida di Atena, Ivan Theimer (1944)

hierarchical-aestheticism:

Medusa al centro dell’Egida di Atena, Ivan Theimer (1944)

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If he were a theorist, he’d have presented his ideas systematically, and we could publish a well-chosen selection of his work that would represent his thinking beautifully, but he’s a critic, not a theorist, which means his ideas are scattered across all the pages of his work, and the only way to publish his work adequately is to publish hundreds and hundreds of pages of it so readers can see how his ideas emerge as he gets caught up in analyzing hundreds of concrete situations.

—Daniel Bell on Walter Benjamin

Was it not the most natural thing that, living, they sought to enjoy their lives?—that because of the very feeling that everything was being threatened, that they had gathered together all that was to be gathered, the few fine clothes, the last good hours!

—Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday

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cinque-del-mattino:

Almond Branches In Bloom, San Remy | Vincent Van Gogh

cinque-del-mattino:

Almond Branches In Bloom, San Remy | Vincent Van Gogh

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Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.

—Vladimir Nabokov (via strandbooks)