“Humankind die one way, we another.”
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“Humankind die one way, we another.”
THE HUNGER (dir. Tony Scott, 1983)
Caravaggio, The Incredulity of St. Thomas (detail), c.1601
Lucio Fontana, Spatial Concept, 1960
Humanity has spread to the stars. We set out like ancient seafarers to explore the limitless ocean of space. But no matter how far we venture into the unknown, the worst monsters are those we bring with us. Altered Carbon (2018 - present)
Altered Carbon advert in L.A.
Grace Kelly in Rear Window (1954)
One of my favourite excerpts that I saved from ‘Medieval bodies: Life, Death and Art in the Middle Ages’ by Jack Hartnell. A book that goes into anatomical art, medicine and other depictions and divides up the book with body parts.
Vertigo (1958) Marnie (1964) Dir. Alfred Hitchcock
Farewell. Arthur Hacker (British, 1858-1919)
Il consiglio alla vendetta. Francesco Hayez (Italian, 1791-1882)
shaktirainfeather:
“[You] leaned over it, dripping roses, Weeping roses,”
— Ted Hughes, from “Red,” Birthday Letters (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1998)
anne carson, ‘lines’
[ID: “She speaks longingly of death.” end ID]
i was only lying when i looked in your eyes
now i’m lying with you one last time and it’s
so sad so sexy
Lauren Bacall by John Rawlings (1945)
sensual, erotic, never vulgar