Les mains sales

Conquest of the self

[2087]

[derangedrhythms]

“I’m a ghost that everyone can see;”

— Franz Wright, Empty Stage (via soracities)

[wismarvin]

Perfume Genius - Describe, directed by Mike Hadreas

[unoriginaltitles]

Un Chant D’amour

par Jean Genet 1950

[paintdeath]

Two Girls (Lovers), 1911, Egon Schiele

[twixnmix]

Madonna, a former lover of Jean-Michel Basquiat tells her story

I am not sure if I met Jean-Michel in an art gallery or a night-club, but in those days you couldn’t tell the difference.

He had the presence of a movie star and I was crazy about him. He carried crumpled wads of money in the pockets of his paint-splattered Armani suits. Money he felt guilty about having. Money he always gave away to less fortunate friends.

I remember Jean-Michel’s tag - Samo- which was accompanied with a little crown and I remember thinking he was a genius. He was. But he wasn’t very comfortable with it.

I remember all the girls were in love with him and one night I looked out of his loft window and saw a girl whose heart he had broken, burning his paintings in a big bonfire. I wanted to stop her and rescue his paintings, but he didn’t seem to mind. He said it was their fate.

I remember him getting up at 3am and sleep-walking to an empty canvas. He stood inches away from it and proceeded to paint the most minuscule figures and what he did was so beautiful and intellectual and I stood watching him with dumbfounded amazement

He was one of the people I was truly envious of. But he didn’t know how good he was and was plagued with insecurities. He used to say he was jealous of me because music is more accessible and it reached more people. He loathed the idea that art was appreciated by an elite group.

When I broke up with him he demanded I give back the paintings he had given me. Not because he didn’t think I deserved them, but because he was obsessed with the idea that I would sell them.

He was so paranoid. of course, I was heart-broken but complied. Now I couldn’t buy one of his paintings if I wanted to.

When I heard that Jean-Michel had died I was not surprised. He was too fragile for this world.

I remember one summer having dinner with Andy Warhol, Keith Haring and Jean-Michel at Mr Chow’s and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to have known him. To have known all of them. Now they’re all gone.

(Source: New Straits Times - 2 June 1996)

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joni Mitchell at Los Angeles Fashion Week, March 21, 2019.

[luthienne]

“It’s a relief to be bereft of shame, of guilt, to know what you want. To want.”

— Maggie Nelson, from Something Bright, Then Holes; “Today’s storm”

[dutch-makaveli]

Kendrick Lamar

[queer-feminist-quotes]

Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichi (via queer-feminist-quotes)

[lesmains-sales]

Je n’existe qu’en avant (mes désirs !), ce qui m’a souvent fait m’imaginer en flèche, en brume, en projectile.

Christine and the Queens (extrait du magazine Égoïste n°18 - Tome II, mars 2018)

[coolkidsofhistory]

An unknown Madonna in 1982, a year before her first record was released. 

[assume]

Be patient with yourself. Nothing in life blooms all year.

Karla Souza  (via assume)

[minima--moralia]

What are you? A chaos.

Anaïs Nin, from Fire: From a Journal of Love (via minima--moralia)

[90sclubkid]

Jodie Foster, 1984

[orwell]

Nina Simone and James Baldwin

[quotemadness]

I don’t think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

Allen Ginsberg (via quotemadness)