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lips red to white
lips green in black night
yr. city is a wonder town
transmitter rhyme
transmitter all the time
from bowery to broome to greene
smashed-up against a car at 3am
Julia Hetta, Ilva Heitmann (for Rodeo magazine)
“Soll ich schlürfen, untertauchen? Süss in Düften mich verhauchen? In dem wogenden Schwall, in dem tönenden Schall, in des Weltatems wehendem All — ertrinken — versinken — unbewußt — höchste Lust — “
Ambroise Tézenas, Las Alegrías Bar, Lealtad, Havana (from Castro’s Cuba at 50)
Ryan McGinley, Amanda (Haystacks)
Ryan McGinley’s Wandering Comma exhibit is open until December 22 2011 at the Alison Jacques gallery in London.
Via kateoplis. More McGinley.
Your passion is a lie. It isn’t passion at all, it’s your will. It’s your bullying will. You want to clutch things and have them in your power. You want to have things in your power. And why? Because you haven’t got any real body, any dark sensual body of life. You have no sensuality. You have only your will and your conceit of consciousness, and your lust for power, to know.
— D.H. Lawrence, Women in Love
Via saraannejones.
Michelangelo Antonioni, Il deserto rosso (from Antonioni’s Environments)
Michelangelo Antonioni, L’eclisse (from Antonioni’s Environments)
“Only you can do something about it. There’s no-one there, any better. There’s someone who’s loved you forever but you don’t know it. I can see angels standing around you. They shimmer like mirrors in summer. But you don’t know it.”
Henrick Duncker, Pig’s Head (from Relating Latvia)
People pay to see others believe in themselves.
“Was ich kann und was ich könnte, weiss ich gar nicht mehr. Gib mir wieder etwas Schönes. Zieh mich aus dem Meer.”
New York-based art & fashion photographer. Visit me at homeofthevain.com and nikola-tamindzic.com.
This is the most sincere smile I’ve had in a while. Happy bday Nikola!!
cellphone self-portrait in the painting studio. Samantha Keely Smith.
hey Amanda, am I doing this right?
