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Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost
trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art
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MR. ROBOT Season_2 // Aesthetics
I’m always gonna love you. I’m always gonna love you, too.
Drive (2011)
Dir. Nicolas Winding Refn
Cinematography by Newton Thomas Sigel
“You probably heard we ain’t in the prisoner-takin’ business; we in the killin’ Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin’.”
Inglourious Basterds (2009) dir, Quentin Tarantino
The Godfather: Cars
Nocturnal Animals (2016, Tom Ford)
– “I’m always gonna love you. – I’m always gonna love you, too.“
La La Land (2016) dir. Damien Chazelle
We Need to Talk About Kevin // Mommy
The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick, 2011)
i’m completely obsessed with the lighting in this show
Edward Hopper (July 22, 1882 – May 15, 1967)
Hopper was fascinated by what isn’t available to our senses. In his mysterious paintings, he makes felt what isn’t there, the nothing, the nothing that isn’t there. He was known to be solitary and thoughtful, like the blond woman in New York Movie. In the forties and fifties, it was easier to appreciate solitude than it is today. Hopper painted public places, rooms where people gathered, but usually with a few people or nobody in the rooms. Few people in those days went to museums during the week, and the galleries might be vacant.
You could stand before a painting for long minutes and not hear voices. There was silence in those days. It was associated with solitude, sacredness, internal life.
Leonard Michaels, “The Nothing That Isn’t There”