[aarchval]

Florence Henri, Autoportrait, 1928.

[derangedrhythms]

As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be. What is this mode of perception, so different from ordinary perception that it is well described as madness? How is it that when you fall in love you feel as if suddenly you are seeing the world as it really is? A mood of knowledge floats out over your life. You seem to know what is real and what is not. Something is lifting you toward an understanding so complete and clear it makes you jubilant. This mood is no delusion, in Sokrates’ belief. It is a glance down into time, at realities you once knew, as staggeringly beautiful as the glance of your beloved. 

Anne Carson, from ‘Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay’

[creepynostalgy]

1997 - Lost Highway (This Magic Moment)

[treasures-and-beauty]

Ceramic horse by Stig Lindberg, 1950′s Sweden

[vintagepinkmirror]

Nam Da House by 24 Minimalist Architecture Nam Da, Lam Dong, Vietnam

[billyhopkinson]

Maya Deren

[wherethespiritmeetstheboneposts]

Jonas Wood, Small Purple Orchid 2, 2015

#jonas wood

[lifestill]

Along the Coast (1958) dir. Agnès Varda

[caitimia]

[katemonteith]

[lonelysummerbreeze]

2011

[nobrashfestivity]

Unicorn Tapestries from the late 15th century at the Cloisters, BD

[worldsandemanations]

San Cristobal, New Mexico. Laura Gilpin (1891-1979)

[naryamirie]

just saw this personal ad from 1966 (sourced here) and god. this is really it

[the-night-picture-collector]

Robert Adams, Summer Nights, Walking: On the Colorado Front, 1976 - 1982

[bad-moodboard]

Serenity, Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis, 1904

[pheere]

From Cher’s 1995 ‘Sanctuary’ catalog