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[zzzze]

Anders Petersen Untitled, from the series ‘Okinawa’ 1995 Gelatin silver prints

[joeinct]

Wyoming, Photo by Elliott Erwitt, 1954

Vintage Photo, Photographer Unknown, Light edit by JoeInCT

[zzzze]

Nakaji Yasui “(Fear)”, c.1938 / Photography

[nevver]

Sucking in the Seventies, Anthony Hernandez

[kvetchlandia]

Kobayashi Kiyochika      Fireflies at Ochanomizu      c.1877

[lecollecteur]

oh boy

[last-picture-show]

Eva Besnyö, Selfportrait, Berlin, 1932

[metropolitanatlas]

Joel Meyerowitz

New York, 1974

[huariqueje]

Le Sorcière au Chat Noir ,The Witch and the Black Cat - Paul Ranson , 1893

French, 1864-1909

Oil on canvas , 90 x 72 cm.

Musée d’ Orsay, Paris

[deanobanion]

“Horsemanning, or fake beheading, was a popular way to pose in a photograph in the 1920’s. Sometimes spelled horsemaning, the horsemanning photo fad derives its name from the Headless Horseman, a character from “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

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[capturing-the-light]

Flowers in a Vase

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1866, oil on canvas

[avagardner]

Dearest Angel Girl, I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, but we must fall tremendously in love to find it out. The cure is the discovery of our need for company — I mean company in the very special sense we’ve come to understand since we happened to each other — you and I. The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without that companionship — now that I’ve known it; without it joy is just an unendurable as sorrow. You are my life — my very life. Never imagine your hope approximates what you are to me. Beautiful, precious little baby — hurry up the sun! — make the days shorter till we meet. I love you, that’s all there is to it. Your boy, Orson ― Love letter by Orson Welles to Rita Hayworth.

[kvetchlandia]

Bob Dylan      Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands     1966

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes Oh, who do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass Who could they get to carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?…

[last-picture-show]

Ruth Orkin, The Card Players, West Village, NYC, 1947

[huariqueje]

Still Life  -   Sulho-Sipilä ,   1927

Finnish, 1895-1949

Oil on canvas, 75,5 x 75,5 cm.

[theunread]

[brentonsalo]

[lecollecteur]

Havana, Cuba, 2015 by brentonsalo