Possession (Andrzej Zulawski, 1981)
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Acquired Stardust
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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izzy's playlists!
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Possession (Andrzej Zulawski, 1981)
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via landscape-photo-graphy)
Playboy 1999 - Thierry Mugler by Helmut Newton
Catch Me If You Can (Steven Spielberg, 2002).
Halston Ensemble in Life Magazine, January 1971
Gail Neely as Eleanor “Mama” Washington in SURF NAZIS MUST DIE – 1987
Contempt (dir. Jean-Luc Godard – 1963)
Jazz on a Friday evening, Friday may 13
back in the country
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno (via plasticwaves)