Bettina Rheims, Claudia roulée dans un fauteuil, Paris, 1987
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Bettina Rheims, Claudia roulée dans un fauteuil, Paris, 1987
“The tears of the world are in constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.”
Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
/ Augusto Cantamessa, 1986
Information is the religion of the modern world.
David Lodge
Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1968
Günter Rössler, Gisela
Andreas Feininger, The Cities Service Building at 70 Pine Street with the Second Avenue EI at Left, New York City, 1940
Else Neuländer, Two Woman, 1930
Toni Schneiders
/ Dain L. Tasker, X-ray Photography, 1930-35
Dara Scully, The Caress, 2016
Vivian Maier, Self-Portrait, 1959
Bill Brandt, Nude with a Mirror, Campden Hill, 1952
“I wish to leave Vienna, very soon. How ugly it is here. Everybody is envious of me and deceitful, former colleagues look at me with dissembling eyes, in Vienna there is only shadow, the city is black, everything is done by recipe. I want to be alone. I wish to visit the Bohemian Forest. May, June, July, August, September, October; I have to see new things and learn about them, want to taste dark waters, to see crashing trees untamed air, want to look in wonder at moldy garden fences how they all live, young birch groves and hear the shaking leaves, want to see light, the sun.”
Egon Schiele, Letter to Anton Peschka, 1910
/ Herbert List, Baltic Sea, Germany, 1930s
Alfred Eisenstaedt, Ballerinas at Paris Opera, 1963
Vincent Van Gogh, The Poets Garden, 1888
/ Wayne Miller, Blues at the Maxwell Street Flea Market. USA, Illinois Chicago, 1947.