Wolken, 1890. - Félix Vallotton
Not today Justin

oozey mess
One Nice Bug Per Day

Product Placement

shark vs the universe
Claire Keane
hello vonnie
almost home

pixel skylines
todays bird
Sade Olutola

PR's Tumblrdome
d e v o n

Love Begins
$LAYYYTER
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Xuebing Du

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Wolken, 1890. - Félix Vallotton
Boho Fade
The Catacombs of Paris (1861).
Yaaaas ive been there
Schützen community housing - tilted view by The Architectural Review on Flickr.
Barcelona, 2015
Laurent Nivalle
Jorge Oteiza Les Ménines, le convexe et le concave, le chien et le mirroir / The Meninas, the convex and the concave, the dog and the mirror Pierre / Stone 43 x 26 x 28 cm 1959
(plus de / more by Jorge Oteiza)
Devendra Banhart and Ana Kras. The story goes that she was assigned to photograph him and upon their meeting, within the first five minutes, he proposed. They’ve been together ever since.
The White Ribbon (2009)
Director: Michael Haneke
Director of Photography: Christian Berger
Aspect Ratio: 1.85:1
10BY10 KEVIN TOWNSEND disordered details of the drawings from my set of 10- 10cm x 10cm ink and correction tape drawings on 10" x 10" stonehenge paper
*the individual drawings are all labeled ‘no title’ but as I started this series I was thinking (and writing) a lot about colliding topographies of time— the slippage between presence (the current moment) and memory, friction and interruption, biased encoding, willful redaction, omission and the preservation of continuity of self that accompanies the encoding of any memory… —which renders each of us unreliable narrators of our own experience