by Alessandro Comotti

Love Begins
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Not today Justin
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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by Alessandro Comotti
françoise hardy photographed by jean-marie périer, 1964💌
Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.
I love winning!!!
OCEAN’S ELEVEN dir. Lewis Milestone | 1960
Do you know which subgenre of film desperately deserves a critical retrospective and more attention?
The answer is 80s/90s/early 2000s James Spader erotic thrillers in which he plays a somewhat creepy yet attractive psychopathic, emotionless, yuppie with a thousand-yard stare that looks into your soul who is also secretly a s*xually depraved sadomasochist that hides his perverse desires under the glare of the capitalist American dream to fit in, or has an affair with someone similarly maladjusted/ s*xually obsessed.
He is often seen wearing glasses and being nerdy to the precipice of autism in these movies, yet he is also suave, soft-spoken and passionate but also an unsettling weirdo. Like why did Hollywood stop making these movies?? Us emotionally disturbed tumblr girlies are obsessed with creepy James Spader this was such a Moment!!
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I’ve seen a lot of movies, but imo the greatest film scene of all time is in The Devil’s Honey (1986) when the mentally disturbed female protagonist lets her creepy musician boyfriend blow an amazing sax solo into her coochie as she cries and gets off at the same time. Like who even cares about a Tarantino or Nolan when you have Lucio Fulci?
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Illustration from An Essay on Symbolic Colours Frederic Portal, 1845