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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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pink bathroom in a 70s motel, christmas 2013
Because there was a hunger in me to see everything and do everything. I wanted to be everyone I saw. I wasn’t enough for me. Can you understand that?
Sidney She (via splitterherzen)
フェルメールの「真珠の耳飾の少女」レジンキット全高35cm 原型制作トニー・マクベイ
Edward Steichen,The Flatiron Building, NYC, 1905
Steichen added color to the platinum print that forms the foundation of this photograph by using layers of pigment suspended in a light-sensitive solution of gum arabic and potassium bichromate.
A worker at the Roure perfume plant in Grasse, France, scoops up the morning’s rose harvest at the end of May. These rose petals will be processed immediately into an absolute, the aromatic liquid which is the basic component of perfume; photographed by Michael Freeman
the way hair floats and dances in water is really my favorite thing
"If you don’t like my bangs just say so!"
"…No, it’s not your hair."
"Then what is it?"
"Your age! I’m not quite young enough to go for little girls.”
— Beau-père (1981)
PA261008 by laurenlemon on Flickr.
Russian soldier playing an abandoned piano, date unknown
fuck i love this
Realistic Paintings Micheal Sydney Moore
He states: “Where I choose to apply paint thickly or turn form using a particular hue, are as intrinsic to the expressive nature of painting as the selection of a particular word is to a poet. To extend the metaphor; as in poetry, it is not the correct selection of words, as much as it is their ability to co-exist harmoniously with both a semblance of reality and the artists sentiments on the world - or in my case - the sitter present.”