a strange day

@batcave

this is for when the radio is broken and crackles like uranium orchids. this is for when the fohn-wind rattles the telegraph wires like a handful of bones. this is for when dream ambulances skitter through the streets at midnight. this is for when you get caught in a sleep-riot and the sky is out of order. this is for when your sex is full of voodoo. this is for when your clothes are imaginary. this is for when your flesh creeps out and never comes back...

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Trouble in Paradise (1932)

dir. Ernst Lubitsch

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every 1940s movie watched (22 - ∞)

Scarlet Street (1945) dir. Fritz Lang

How can a man be so dumb…

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I went to the "Beautiful People: The Boutique in 1960s Counterculture" exhibition at the Fashion and Textile Museum today 😊🤩

The entrance

A blown up photo of the original 1960s Granny Takes a Trip shopfront

A map of all the boutiques in London in the 1960 and 1970s

1960s Biba (personally I like the 1970s Biba more)

Hung On You, Quorum, Ossie Clark, Celia Birtwell and others

1970s Biba pieces, plus a ladies ensemble of that famous Granny Takes a Trip rainbow lurex stripe fabric (top left)

L->R: Marisa Martin, Bill Gibb, Zandra Rhodes. The exhibition placards claimed that Queen would've had pieces by Marisa Martin and I'm trying to figure out what they could have been.

Mr. Fish looks for 1970. Zoom in, I implore you.

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Marc Bolan 1973

yesterdaysprint

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batcave

i've never read the moomins but my gf always calls me "snufkin" and this seems p accurate

barcarole

Mr. Arkadin, dir. Orson Welles, 1955.

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“Nature can be said to hate symmetry... Symmetry is an accident of disorder.” Lippold, Richard, ‘Illusion as Structure’, in György Kepes (ed.) Structure in Art and in Science Photography is not the thing. It is the thing that gets us to the thing. Atkins used photography to illustrate nature and its structure. In a similar way, we use photography to illustrate reality and its structure. The possibility of having a tool to investigate reality is what first drew us to photography. We discovered that by using this medium we can nurture our interest and have a better understanding not only of perceived reality, but of the ‘structure of reality’, ‘the why of things’. Photography is, for us, the perfect philosophical tool to learn more about the universe as a logical and architectural conception: the recognition of an order among individual pieces in which each piece is also illuminated by the arrangement of the whole. We wanted to create a book not about what we do or how we do it, but why we do it. A book without a beginning or and end, without a specific cover (that is why this book has three), and where the text talks about why we photograph and not the images per se. We are proud to present our new monograph: "The World's First Photobook was Blue" 📘 The title is a nod to Anna Atkins, the binding a nod to Brassaï and the entire book is a homage to this deceptively simple but really complex medium which is photography. It'll be available soon and right now there are only a few copies available, but if you happen to be visiting @unseenamsterdam this week you can take a look at it @themthemthemthem stand.

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rip johnny draculabackwards… gone but a never forgotten gay monsterfucker icon

batcave

lol tumblr flagged this because it "might contain adult content"

apoemaday

To the Light of September

by W.S. Merwin

When you are already here you appear to be only a name that tells of you whether you are present or not and for now it seems as though you are still summer still the high familiar endless summer yet with a glint of bronze in the chill mornings and the late yellow petals of the mullein fluttering on the stalks that lean over their broken shadows across the cracked ground but they all know that you have come the seed heads of the sage the whispering birds with nowhere to hide you to keep you for later you who fly with them you who are neither before nor after you who arrive with blue plums that have fallen through the night perfect in the dew