Egon Schiele
“Crouching Nude in Shoes and Black Stockings” 1912
Today's Document
Xuebing Du

oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
KIROKAZE
dirt enthusiast
RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Product Placement
Not today Justin

titsay

⁂

Kaledo Art
Game of Thrones Daily
d e v o n
No title available
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost

seen from T1
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada

seen from United States
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from United States

seen from Germany
@chalcogens
Egon Schiele
“Crouching Nude in Shoes and Black Stockings” 1912
Polina Pak.
Sequoia National Park In California
The constant typing and swiping on the smartphone is an almost liturgical gesture, and it has a substantive impact on our relation to the world. I swipe away the information that does not interest me. I zoom in on the content that I like. I have the world firmly in my grip. The world has to accord with my desires. In this way, the smartphone amplifies self-referentiality. Through all my swiping, I submit the world to my needs. The world appears to me under the digital illusion of total availability.
Byung-Chul Han, Non-things: Upheaval in the Lifeworld
Balloon Dog anatomical model, designed by Jason Freeny, produced by Famemaster Toys
Kraftwerk
Dusk Till Dawn, Josh E Wylie, 2023
Andy Warhol
Eggs, 1982
acrylic and silkscreen ink on canvas
'chanel on ice,' 1997 by david lachapelle in leg - diana edkins + betsy jablow (1997)
And his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love whose subtleties he could no longer distinguish.
Gustave Flaubert, from Madame Bovary, December 15, 1856
[...] and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
“A composite of transverse body sections made from stereo-photogrammetry.” Anthropometry for Designers. 1978.
Internet Archive