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@maoandcocacola
I carry my own space within me. I am taking it to an absurd country in absurd times. As if the entire world, the big one and the one within me, blended into a hateful vision of their bodies, looking for meaning in one another, meaning which the bodies cannot contain.
On the Silver Globe, Andrzej Zulawski, 1988
Hours of lead. Nights of lead. Lead in the heart. Heartache turned into lead. Thoughts of lead, about nothing, about lead. Lead cancer gnawing at my body, liquid as an amoeba. An amoeba in my selfishness, in its right to search for places of greater delight.
On the Silver Globe, Andrzej Zulawski, 1988
On the Silver Globe (Andrzej Zulawski, 1977/1988)
Mike Beauregard on flickr
Sophie Calle, Écrivain, Performeuse Chloé Delaume / Writer Chloé Delaume, from the series: Prenez soin de vous, 2007, photo 63 x 78 cm | 24.8 x 30.71 in; text 63 x 45 cm | 24.8 x 17.72 in, edition of 3 + AP (english), CALL0323
looks like Escuyer socks are missing in this picture.
Raf Simons S/S 2015.
“Give me your address and I’ll bring you the latest European cure - mnemonics. It cuts right through the nicotine and bitter memories that clog the vessels in our brains. You put twenty drops of this lavender liquid in your morning tea - not ten, like the package tells you - and before you know it, memories you thought you’d lost forever come flooding back into your mind - memories you’d forgotten you forgot - it’s like being a child again, and pulling out an old cabinet to find behind it all those coloured pencils, combs, and lavender marbles you’d forgotten you lost.”
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book (Faber and Faber, 2006), pp. 360.
François Lesage Hand Belt 1986
Josef Müller-Brockmann, artwork for Hermes typewriter ad in swiss magazine Du, 1949. Via dr. shordzi
Paper Pastries “Know It All” pencil set
Khadak (2006)
A Mongolian post-apocalyptic sci fi/fantasy film about a plague that threatens to eradicate nomadism with a disabled protagonist? Get on my to-watch list!
You can view the trailer here.
this sounds so awesome!!
“The dividing line between Being and Nothingness was sound, because everything that passed from the spiritual to the material world had its own sound; even the ‘most silent’ objects made a distinct sound when knocked together. The most advanced sounds were, of course, words; words were the magic building blocks of the exalted thing we called speech and they were made up of letters. Those wishing to understanding the meaning of existence and the sanctity of life and see God’s manifestations here on earth only had to read the letters hidden in the face of men.”
— Orhan Pamuk, _The Black Book _(2006, London: Faber and Faber), pp. 297.
