Ivy Nicholson models a black dress and fringed shawl in a photo by Georges Dambier for ELLE, June 1952

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Ivy Nicholson models a black dress and fringed shawl in a photo by Georges Dambier for ELLE, June 1952
So wrap up care in a cobweb and drop it down the well into that world inverted where left is always right, where the shadows are really the body, where we stay awake all night, where the heavens are shallow as the sea is now deep, and you love me.
Elizabeth Bishop, excerpt of Insomnia (via antigonick)
Photos: David Tonge
Ladybird 1936
Eileen Agar
Samo
To You
by Frank O’Hara
What is more beautiful than night and someone in your arms that’s what we love about art it seems to prefer us and stays
if the moon or a gasping candle sheds a little light or even dark you become a landscape in a landscape with rocks and craggy mountains and valleys full of sweaty ferns breathing and lifting into the clouds which have actually come low as a blanket of aspirations’ blue for once not a melancholy color because it is looking back at us there’s no need for vistas we are one in the complicated foreground of space the architects are most courageous because it stands for all to see and for a long long time just as the words “I’ll always love you” impulsively appear in the dark sky and we are happy and stick by them like a couple of painters in neon allowing the light to glow there over the river
Catherine Deneuve and Françoise Dorléac on the set of Les Demoiselles de Rochefort, 1966.
i’m gonna get real fucking drunk Ii’m pouring some whiskey right now i’m going to get so, so drunk that i pass out and forget your face
Bill Crisafi on instagram
Purple Petunias by Georgia O'Keeffe
A Moveable Feast
Flower of Life by Georgia O'Keeffe
Il y a sur cette terre ce qui mérite de vivre : les hésitations d’avril, l’odeur du pain à l’aube, les opinions d’une femme sur les hommes, les écrits d’Eschyle, les débuts d’un amour, de l’herbe sur des pierres, des mères se tenant debout sur la ligne d’une flûte et la peur qu’éprouvent les conquérants du souvenir. Il y a sur cette terre ce qui mérite de vivre : la fin de septembre, une dame qui franchit la quarantaine avec tous ses fruits, l’heure de la promenade au soleil en prison, un nuage mimant une nuée de créatures, les ovations d’un peuple pour ceux qui montent à la mort souriants et la peur qu’ont les tyrans des chansons. Il y a sur cette terre ce qui mérite de vivre : il y a sur cette terre, le commencement des commencements, la fin des fins,
Mahmoud Darwich, Sur cette terre (via iconophages)
Derek Cianfrance was adamant not to let production designers dig the hole for Ryan in the scene where Dean is burying his dog. Ryan dug it himself and an hour and a half later, “When he was done digging the hole, he broke down. And that was an unscripted scene, him crying at the table. He was actually so emotional and what he told me afterwards was that, that process tricked his body because his body was so exhausted and his body didn’t know that that wasn’t his dog. His body just buried his dog, and his body reacted in that way.“
For those of you who say Ryan Gosling is a bland actor.
"So be it. Maybe all this baking will quiet the angry voices next door, if only
for a brief whiff. I want our summers to always be like this- a kitchen wrecked
with love, a table overflowing with baked goods"
Poetry is necessary.
As we walk past, he says: ‘I just miss the brick walk-ups, England.’
Caitlin Moran, from “The Unhappy Bus Tour Guide, New York” in Moranifesto (via the-final-sentence)