Yohji Yamamoto SS09 ⊘ “DON’T DO THAT” graphic jacket
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Yohji Yamamoto SS09 ⊘ “DON’T DO THAT” graphic jacket
𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
a piece from when I was at uni and in a permanent state of frustration over all the coyote fur Canada Goose jackets that used to be absolutely everywhere 💀🐺🪶
evict bush 2004
Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you.
by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Do not care if you just arrive in your skeleton. Would love to take a walk with you. Miss you. Would love to make you shrimp saganaki. Like you used to make me when you were alive. Love to feed you. Sit over steaming bowls of pilaf. Little roasted tomatoes covered in pepper and nutmeg. Miss you. Would love to walk to the post office with you. Bring the ghost dog. We’ll walk past the waterfall and you can tell me about the after. Wish you. Wish you would come back for a while. Don’t even need to bring your skin sack. I’ll know you. I know you will know me even though. I’m bigger now. Grayer. I’ll show you my garden. I’d like to hop in the leaf pile you raked but if you want to jump in? I’ll rake it for you. Miss you standing looking out at the river with your rake in your hand. Miss you in your puffy blue jacket. They’re hip now. I can bring you a new one if you’ll only come by. Know I told you it was okay to go. Know I told you it was okay to leave me. Why’d you believe me? You always believed me. Wish you would come back so we could talk about truth. Miss you. Wish you would walk through my door. Stare out from the mirror. Come through the pipes.
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
Some very left side focused photos from last week
It is so short and jumbled and jangled because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
Kurt Vonnegut, from “Slaughterhouse-Five”
plaque from a reliquary shrine of gilded copper and champlevé enamel; overall: 3.4 x 5.9 cm; mosan, valley of the meuse, gothic period c. 1200–1250.
british smallsword ca. 1780-1810