Rolla, Henri Gervex, 1878, Musee d’Orsay
“He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.” — James Joyce, The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via awritersruminations)
Corinthian Club, Glasgow
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Diego Velazquez, “Las Meninas”/Beyonce, “Diva”
“A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via sailors-waltz)
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backstage at Giambattista Valli haute couture, spring/summer 2013
Katya Riabynikina @ Women Paris
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“Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy”
— “Candles” by Daughter (via quote-book)
Friday night traffic on Larimer Street, downtown Denver.
“But time… how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but we were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time… give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.” — Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending (via saisonlune)
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A man feels the effects of too much liquor, photographed by Mark Kauffman, 1946.
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“There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feel it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You find in this way the path of your life.” — Michael Ondaatje, The Cat’s Table (via sometimesagreatnotion)
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