tangible

dreams made flesh.

Why should I want it still. What can I do with this want. How can I transfer it to something I can have?

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

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If you’d like to receive one, sent a note. An address.

Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.

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gentlemanlosergentlemanjunkie:

New York circa 1920. “Isadora Duncan dancers.” Nitrate negative by the Prussian- born American photographer Arnold Genthe (1869-1942).
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gentlemanlosergentlemanjunkie:

New York circa 1920. “Isadora Duncan dancers.” Nitrate negative by the Prussian- born American photographer Arnold Genthe (1869-1942).

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vintagegal:


Dieppe, France- Henri Cartier-Bresson 1926

vintagegal:

Dieppe, France- Henri Cartier-Bresson 1926

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Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.

Albert Einstein (via)

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fantomas-en-cavale:


Jeune femme portant un chapeau par Gyne, Longchamp, 1933; photo par les Frères Seeberger

fantomas-en-cavale:

Jeune femme portant un chapeau par Gyne, Longchamp, 1933; photo par les Frères Seeberger

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Ugly is attractive, ugly is exciting. Maybe because it is newer. The investigation of ugliness is to me, more interesting, than the bourgeois idea of beauty. And why? Because ugly is human. It touches the bad and the dirty side of people.

Miuccia Prada, T Magazine “Culture” 2013 

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vintagegal:

Some Like it Hot (1959)

I’m calling from the diner, the diner on the corner.
I ordered two coffees, one is for you.
The cups are so close, the steam is rising
in one stream.

How are you?


I said to someone at the exhibit today, “that may be as close to the real thing as you’re ever gonna get” and this ancient Ani song immediately took over my brain. Instant lyric connection. From then on, I was nodding and drumming the bassline and mumbling it like I’d just heard it on the radio.

When I got home, I put on some opera. Still, thumping Ani was stuck in there. So, I pulled out the old live disc and cut this clip out to post. “til my coffee gets cold, cold, cold, cold…”  If it’s not your cup of tea (puns?), skip to the half way mark and get lost in a guitar solo made solely of harmonics.

6 days ago

She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

ugh. yes.

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You’ve got to use it, the pain. Use it as fuel to move past the torment, to the light at the end of the tunnel.

Thomas E. Sniegoski, Aerie and Reckoning

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