KITSUNE

[the-eternal-moonshine]

[dame-de-pique]

toegeschreven aan Richard Tepe - Zwaan op het nes, 1900-1930

[henk-heijmans]

The Queen of Mexican surrealists: Leonora Carrington (England-Mexican, 1917 - 2011), ca. 1939 - by Lee Miller (1907 - 1977), American

[leftistfeminista]

Room of a young girl, Egypt, 1970

[lobbycards]

Contempt (Le mépris), French lobby card. 1963

[fragodot]

Marcel Duchamp, Esquivons les ecchymoses des esquimaux aux mots exquis, 1926 et 1968

[lustingupon]

[joeinct]

Marilyn Monroe in her Hollywood apartment, Photo by Philippe Halsman, 1952

[denisglillie]

He lives, then, on ginger-nuts, thought I; never eats a dinner, properly speaking; he must be a vegetarian then; but no; he never eats even vegetables, he eats nothing but ginger-nuts. My mind then ran on in reveries concerning the probable effects upon the human constitution of living entirely upon ginger-nuts. Ginger-nuts are so called because they contain ginger as one of their peculiar constituents, and the final flavoring one. Now what was ginger? A hot, spicy thing. Was Bartleby hot and spicy? Not at all. Ginger, then, had no effect upon Bartleby. Probably he preferred it should have none.

"Bartleby the Scrivener" by Herman Melville

[rosieandthemoon]

by Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi

[robertxdarling]

Joan Didion, Malibu, California, 1976 (John Bryson/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

[glup3]

Liam Cobb

[cosmonautroger]

Robert Frank, 1949

[gacougnol]

René Burri (Swiss, 1933 - 2014)

Tuna cutting in Sicily, 1956

[mybrainstormingexercises]

[ruknowhere]

“I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”

Joan Didion

Photograph by Brigitte Lacombe

[antonio-gregorio]

Diane Arbus: senhora na sala de estar de uma pensão, Albion, Nova Iorque, anos sessenta.