"But all this is apropos of nothing"

"Four children. A dog. A little ray of sun. The 96. It is two o'clock."

[blueblackdream]

Dora Maar, Portrait à la main, 1933

[inneroptics]

August Sander

[molecoledigiorni]

Ph. Damian Hovhannisyan

[rettabaleno]

Ecco la foto della mia mano, dove ogni zingara trova la linea del tuo nome, una via maestra che punta diritto al battito del polso e lo governa.

Erri De Luca “La linea”

[timotaychalamet]

“You don’t even know me.”

“I have the rest of my life to find out.”

Big Fish (2003) dir. Tim Burton

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hold on to let go.

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Tracey Ullman - They Don’t Know

[the-night-picture-collector]

Ralph Bartholomew, Self-Portrait, 1940s

[zzzze]

DAVID LYNCH small stories, n.d. Untitled, Industrial, New York,n.d. Photographs: silver prints

[animationfanatic]

When ya gotta record yourself to practice but you’re still in the early stages of learning a piece

[sonateharder]

early stages, mid stages, late stages: if there’s Beethoven, there’s cursing

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[thisobscuredesireforbeauty]

Michelangelo Durazzo Source

[communicants]

You Were Like A Wild Chrysanthemum (Keisuke Kinoshita, 1955)

[apdistractions]

The Black Dream

[vrac-musique-blog]

Visit Original Link

Bettye LaVette - It Don’t Come Easy

Interpretation being the key word here…

[punlovsin]

 Study of Hemlock, 1871 (from Sketchbook)

Daniel Huntington

[patefoni]

Oedipa skipped into the bathroom, which happened also to have a walk-in closet, quickly undressed and began putting on as much as she could of the clothing she'd brought with her: six pairs of panties in assorted colors, girdle, three pairs of nylons, three brassieres, two pairs stretch slacks, four half-slips, one black sheath, two summer dresses, half dozen A-line skirts, three sweaters, two blouses, quilted wrapper, baby blue peignoir and old Orion muu-muu. Bracelets then, scatter pins, earrings, a pendant. It all seemed to take hours to put on and she could hardly walk when she was finished. She made the mistake of looking at herself in the full-length mirror, saw a beach ball with feet, and laughed so violently she fell over, taking a can of hair spray on the sink with her. The can hit the floor, something broke, and with a great outsurge of pressure the stuff commenced atomizing, propelling the can swiftly about the bathroom. Metzger rushed in to find Oedipa rolling around, trying to get back on her feet, amid a great sticky miasma of fragrant lacquer. "Oh, for Pete's sake," he said in his Baby Igor voice. Thomas Pynchon The crying of lot 49