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I’m back on my bullshit
read it, if you haven’t, or if you have
I don't play, I don't make time
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Death and Ascension of St. Francis via Giotto Di Bondone
Size: 230x270 cm Medium: fresco
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Cinematographer Christopher Doyle (born May 2, 1952).
Jim O'Rourke in Tokyo (2015)
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Pierre-Auguste Renoir - Bouquet of Roses
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it's a party in my yard, bitch
In the 1920s, Paris was the center of the art world. In 1928, Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney purchased several of Stuart Davis’s paintings to support his trip there. For thirteen months Davis lived in the capital, painting the city’s streets. He would later characterize his time in Paris as the most seminal event in his life.
Stuart Davis (1892–1964), Place Pasdeloup, 1928. Oil on canvas, 36 3/8 × 29 in. (92.4 × 73.7 cm). Whitney Museum of American Art, New York; gift of Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney 31.170. © Estate of Stuart Davis/Licensed by VAGA, New York
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Basquiat walks in Comme des Garçons fashion show S/S ‘87 Collection
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Monet in London [x]
Early evening view from bed I'm happy in New York I don't have many people to talk to out here But I like it that way. I'm feeling better living with my own thoughts And borrowed conversations I overhear walking