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Timothée Chalamet in behind the scenes of MARTY SUPREME.

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my friend scarlett gothbrat at the rave last nite in the smoking stairwell with her boy

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Camille Andre on Instagram

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“Spine Corset” by Shaun Leane for Alexander McQueen, SS ‘98.

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

HES BACK

#filmphotography #photography #filmisnotdead #analog #cigarette

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january morning

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Caravaggio - David with the Head of Goliath (1609-10)

Before his untimely death at age 38, Caravaggio painted himself in many guises, most frequently as the Greek god of wine, Bacchus. In the last year of his life, he decided to include a self-portrait in a depiction of the victorious David proffering Goliath’s severed head – one of several versions Caravaggio made of the biblical story. This iteration offers an unexpected level of emotional nuance to a usually gory, black-and-white tale of “might vs. right.” Here, Caravaggio is not the youthful, good-looking David, but the defeated Goliath, his slack-jaw mouth confirming his slaughter. Instead of a look of satisfied victory on his face, David appears pensive and a bit mournful, perhaps even regretful, as he gazes at his prize. Scholars have surmised that the model for the young hero was Cecco, Caravaggio’s studio assistant and purported lover. The painting, then, has an unexpected psychosexual intimacy to it, one that is reiterated by David’s sword, standing suggestively erect between his legs. (source)

#elijah wood

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something so intimate about handmade stuff, handmade bread, handmade presents, or handwritten letters, in general intimacy and tenderness are stored in hands, in holding hands and playing with each other's fingers, warming each other's hands...

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(Yannis Ritsos)

If they made a ratatouille 2 that came out today I think it would be about remy trying cuisine from other parts of the world, and there would be a single blink and you miss it moment of a shrimp frying rice.

I cradled my head in my arms and embarked on an orgy of self-pity