Orizzonti Cremisi
Avrei bisogno di lontananze d’azzurro. Immobili orizzonti cremisi, verticali ascese ed improvvise vertigini A picco in collassi cromatici senza fine o inizio
Cosmic Funnies
The Stonewall Inn

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
RMH
noise dept.
Mike Driver

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

bliss lane

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Sweet Seals For You, Always

roma★
sheepfilms

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Misplaced Lens Cap
One Nice Bug Per Day
Xuebing Du

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The Bowery Presents
Noah Kahan

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Orizzonti Cremisi
Avrei bisogno di lontananze d’azzurro. Immobili orizzonti cremisi, verticali ascese ed improvvise vertigini A picco in collassi cromatici senza fine o inizio
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Whatever it means
The man and the crow
The city and its breathe
Those classic places, so well know, so many times lived and loved. They all have different rhythm, shaped by the lights and shadows of different seasons, and different hours. And sometimes it happens that you do feel that rhythm.
As cold as ice
ENTWINED
I was used to split the hairs, and argue about the world and its inner choices. I was used to stare at the sky, I admit it, but my feet were planted deep in the earth and my arms crossed, as a shield.
Photography and Poetry - A contest in Italy
I would like invite you all to partecipate or at least have a look and share the contest: "Concorso di Poesia e Fotografia Mara Del Duca"
New York City. Photographed by Elliot Erwitt. (1950)
“There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.”
Federico Fellini.
Saul Leiter :: Walk with Soames, 1958
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.” - Jack Kerouac, On the Road
As the life
As the life pulses along the streets, in so many different forms, tantalizing our eyes, questioning our minds, satisfying or denying our own dreams.
Each time different, each time new. The theatre of life.
David VESTAL :: From Back Window at 133 West 22nd St., New York, 1958
David Vestal :: East 59th Street from Automat Cafeteria, NYC, 1950
Henri Cartier-Bresson :: Arles, 1959