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Janaina Medeiros

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Keni
art blog(derogatory)
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Andulka

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@heddaexponto
At least it hides the face partly well, so you have the apparent face, the apple, hiding the visible but hidden, the face of the person. It's something that happens constantly. Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present.
- René Magritte
Son of Man (1964)
The Postcard (1960)
The Listening Room (1952)
오빠랑 같이 숲에 갔어요. 날씨가 싸늘했지만 좋았오요.
제 스마트폰에 사진 많이 없어요.
보통 카메라로 사진 찍는 걸 좋아해요.
Standing Egg - Little Star
눈을 감고 내가 하는 이야길 잘 들어봐 나의 얘기가 끝나기 전에 너는 꿈을 꿀 거야 Little star tonight 밤새 내가 지켜줄 거야
floating weeds (yasujiro ozu, 1959)
― Roland Barthes, ‘A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments’
Somehow I've become very cautious. When I put on a raincoat, I put on sunglasses too. Who knows when it will rain, or when it will turn out sunny?
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
Hagia Sophia, Istanbul
How to organize your bookshelf according to “Call the Midwife”
A desire for a more normal life does not necessarily mean identification with norms, but can be simply this: a desire to escape the exhaustion of having to insist just to exist.
Sara Ahmed, Willful Subjects (149)
Gabriel Fauré : “Pavane, Opus 50”
Virginia Woolf
by George Charles Beresford platinum print, July 1902
How I Spend my Money by Sarah Anderson.