René Magritte (Belgian, 1898 - 1967)
The Wrecks of shadows (Les Epaves de l’ombre), 1926
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René Magritte (Belgian, 1898 - 1967)
The Wrecks of shadows (Les Epaves de l’ombre), 1926
Lou Beach
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Lou Beach. Handmade. Dreamboat.
I WET my lips with the tip of my tongue, leave it protruding for a beat, reel it back in. Is she watching? She must know I do it for her. Is she watching? I sit up straight, order whiskey, no rocks. Is she watching? I laugh, make a joke. Is she watching? I walk to the men’s room, saunter. Is she watching? I return, swing my leg over the back of the chair, knock over a bottle of beer. Damn, is she watching? Is she watching?
SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, fragile, and afraid, a peacock in a hailstorm. We sat together on the couch, waiting for the car horn. It sounded at last and I held her hand as we pushed through the snow in the driveway. I turned away after I buckled her into the back seat. Don wouldn’t look at me, but reached back, touched her knee. I watched them drive off, then walked back to the house, careful not to step into her footprints.
AFTER SHE FLED he became his own wife, ironing in his underwear, dusting the shelves, moving the figurines to the dining-room table then replacing them carefully when he’d finished waxing the cabinet. Wearing her apron he often made casseroles. Sometimes he’d sit on her closet floor and move his face through her dresses, like a dog searching in a field of high grass.
—Lou Beach. The stories were written as status updates on a large social-networking site. These updates were limited to 420 characters, including letters, spaces, and punctuation.
Illustration by the author.
Henri Cartier-Bresson, Leonor Fini, Paris, 1932
Courtyard on Rue la Boetie
cartier bresson 1953
Henri Cartier Bresson, Matera, Italy, 1973.
Taos, New Mexico, 1947
Henri Cartier-Bresson
Washington, D.C., 1957
Henri Cartier-Bresson
Manchester 2013. A young boy leaps over a puddle near the town hall.
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Serbia. Bass player on the road Belgrade-Kraljevo, to play at a village festival near Rudnick. Yugoslavia, 1965. | Photography by Henri Cartier-Bresson.
Ed van der Elsken
photo by Ed van der Elsken
1950s…a young elephant with a skin as shiny and smooth like a seal.
from Bint photoBooks on INTernet
Sarah Vaughan, 1958 (Ed van der Elsken)
Ed van der Elsken - from ‘Hands, 1960’ (Experimental documentary film)
Vali Myers by Ed Van Der Elsken
Miroslav Tichy