
Janaina Medeiros
Peter Solarz

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Today's Document
YOU ARE THE REASON

Product Placement
Cosimo Galluzzi

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One Nice Bug Per Day

shark vs the universe
noise dept.
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
styofa doing anything
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle

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“I hope the exit is joyful and hope never to return.” — Frida Kahlo, last diary entry
A rewarding sight. ig: laurenllaughlin
Sightseers overlook Niagara Falls, 1957
“Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it.”
American Beauty (1999) dir. Sam Mendes
Lillian Bassman, Southwest Passage-Sunset Pink, 1951
The birds and I are leaving town
Henri Matisse , The red studio Year 1911 Museum of modern art ( New York )
CLXXVIII There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
George Gordon Byron
I miss the ocean
‘La Grande Bellezza’ (The Great Beauty), Paolo Sorrentino (2013)
This is how it always ends. With death. But first there was life, hidden beneath the blah, blah, blah… It’s all settled beneath the chitter chatter and the noise, silence and sentiment, emotion and fear. The haggard, inconstant flashes of beauty. And then the wretched squalor and miserable humanity. All buried under the cover of the embarrassment of being in the world, blah, blah, blah… Beyond there is what lies beyond. And I don’t deal with what lies beyond. Therefore… let this novel begin. After all… it’s just a trick. Yes, it’s just a trick.