Japan, 1958
Ph. Walter Carone
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oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Three Goblin Art

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Japan, 1958
Ph. Walter Carone
Diary, Tina Berning
https://www.instagram.com/p/CR9Om5lNaAv/
“The Masks We Wear”. Photographed by Jackie Kursel for Document Journal October 2019
Newlyweds ride a train headed to Tokyo, Japan, 1964
Ph. Bill Ray
#nyc #brooklyn #coneyisland (at Coney Island)
Lauren Bacall
Up all night, Mariya Novakova
I must tell you that we really have no desire to conquer any cosmos. We want to extend the Earth up to its borders. We don’t know what to do with other worlds. We don’t need other worlds. We need a mirror. We struggle to make contact, but we’ll never achieve it. We are in a ridiculous predicament of man pursuing a goal that he fears and that he really does not need. Man needs man!
Solaris (1972) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
Misty dawn | “The essential is invisible to the eyes.” by Giovanni Magli
What did you do, Theresa?
Sunbathing 😍 (Source: http://ift.tt/2pdzcyp)
…but I had hoped you may have come to have a tenderness. At least. A kindness, even.
Johannesburg, Elsa Bleda
“Mrs Durrells, you have poisoned Corfu.” The Durrells | 2x01
evgenia arbugaeva documents vyacheslav korotki, a meteorologist who has spent the past thirty years living alone at a remote arctic outpost on the barents sea, in a century old wooden house that became a meteorological station in 1933, where he was sent by the russian state to measure and log climatic conditions and then transmit the data via radio to moscow.
notes evgenia, “the world of cities is foreign to him. he doesn’t accept it. i came with the idea of a lonely hermit who ran away from the world because of some heavy drama, but it wasn’t true. he doesn’t get lonely at all. he kind of disappears into tundra, into the snowstorms.”