Under My Skin

What paradox are you living?

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Claire's Knee (1970)

[les-fleur]

tell me about itt

[sacredwhores]

Jacques Rivette - Out 1: Noli Me Tangere (1971)

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Le beau mariage (Éric Rohmer, 1982)

[artfilmfan]

Anne-Laure Meury in The Aviator's Wife (Éric Rohmer, 1981)

[sacredwhores]

Éric Rohmer - Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle (1987)

[pressedwallflower]

Stills from J'ai tué ma mère (2009); dir. Xavier Dolan

[sadaquariusrising]

[addictivecontradiction]

Laurence Anyways, 2012

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

In vicolo Santa Maria della Porta la " Madonna del Grembiule " un antico affresco miracoloso.

[againstthebluedesert]

All this you see was once desert

"The desert could not be claimed or owned…” (Michael Ondaatje) “Ich bin der Wanderer und der Weg ist mein Leben; unter den Menschen bin ich zu Hause nur in der Wüste.” (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Here begins a path through the desert — against the desert.

Here flows a river of words, striving to still the desert’s blue and its blazing silence.

Here, a book, salvaged from the shipwreck of sand, is opened.

(Carlos Penela, Vienna, August 2025)

Photo: Juan Hamilton, "Georgia O'Keeffe with Chow”, Ghost Ranch, New Mexico, 1975.

[cavatas]

"Official histories, news stories surround us daily, but the events of art reach us too late, travel languorously like messages in a bottle.

Only the best art can order the chaotic tumble of events. Only the best can realign chaos to suggest both the chaos and order it will become.

Within two years of 1066, work began on the Bayeux Tapestry, Constantin the African brought Greek medicine to the western world. The chaos and tumble of events. The first sentence of every novel should be: 'Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.' Meander if you want to get out of town."

— Michael Ondaatje, In The Skin of a Lion

[coovieilledentelle]

Mon cadeau ce soir ...

Yuja Wang apporte sa virtuosité caractéristique à la « Rhapsody in Blue » de Gershwin, interprétée ici aux côtés de Mahler Chamber Orchestra

[lady-aibell]

🩶..

[requiem-on-water]

Cat sleeping on a cushion (1892), oil on panel by Francisco Domingo Marqués

[moonlight-under-my-skin]

“These new poems of mine have one thing in common. They were all written at about four in the morning – that still, blue, almost eternal hour before cockcrow, before the baby’s cry, before the glassy music of the milkman, settling his bottles. If they have anything else in common, perhaps it is that they are written for the ear, not the eye: they are poems written aloud.”

— Sylvia Plath, Script for the BBC Broadcast ‘New Poems by Sylvia Plath’, Ariel: The Restored Edition. (via kuanios)

[windflowerfairy]

[niktipolos]

Sylvia Plath, September 1950 journal entry

[noraanddora-blog]

“Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that’s what makes it so boring.” -Edward Gorey