phoebe nightingale

london, UK

[oxane]

[oxane]

chapters.

a study into phases. the paradox of life being at the same time fragmented and flowing smoothly like a current. the reality of recurring, cyclical events and trying to overcome some of them.

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I am waiting very unpatiently for the postman to deliver my copy of pokemon violet

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GREETINGS

I am resurrecting my 10+ year old tumblr account!

[catchymemes]

[phoebeenightingale]

Blossom cyanotype, 2018

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Brighton Pier, 2018

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Cyanotype, 2018

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Cyanotype, 2018

[last-picture-show]

Pedro Luis Raota, Football

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[nemfrog]

Phases of the the planet Venus. The gallery of nature. 1846. 

[thisisnickwhite]

Been doing some sorting in the ol’ studio and got a little carried away with my new filing cabinet. I would be lying if this wasn’t partly inspired by the wonderful and ridiculously thorough archive of Mr Martin O'Neill. Although my labelling system is almost dull in comparison to Martin’s, which includes such gems as ‘Stencils & Dwarf Wrestlers’ and 'Dogs & Dice.’

However one day my entire studio will be filled with filing cabinets and I will archive all of my rubbish. And on that day, when I place that final cut out image of a horse that looks like Charlton Heston into the drawer labelled 'Horses that look like Charlton Heston’ I will look upon all that I have achieved and smile, because then and only then, will I finally be happy… Or more likely I’ll just die of a heart attack or something.

[inkskinned]

how terrifying, to be aging and girl. at 18 i was told by men that i was “the perfect age,” and i still thought it was a compliment. is it because at 20 i figured out how sharp those words were. i felt old at 21, felt like if grey hairs came and my spine cracked i was done for. how scary. i am reminded constantly by “realistic” ideas in fantasy novels that i should have five kids.

my life feels short. like it is squeezed into my twenties. like at 30 i become ghost, just another mother or hard worker or both, just another background character. like if i am not settled and making a difference by 27 i should just give up already. is this something men feel? like a clock is painted on their back, one hand warning: your beauty is something you are valued for and it is something you cannot get back.

and why was i only beautiful, i wonder, at 18 on a riverbank. i’m told often my childish face is a blessing. that i shouldn’t want to look older. one told me i was a trap falling: “you look young but you’re not” he said to me, “it kind of led me on”. am i not young? 

maybe i am wrong. maybe it’s just how we all feel, getting old, like time is slipping from us. maybe men do worry that they will be alone forever if they don’t settle by thirty, maybe it’s even because they think they’ll turn ugly. maybe we all squish our lives into that incredibly young decade. what do i know. i’m still learning.

[cruvcio]

Hogwarts Houses as Latin Phrases [click to enlarge ⚡  info]

[rachelmalin]

[necklacings]

David Carson

[nemfrog]

“The beautiful symmetrical and geometrical forms of various crystals.” Everyday Science. 1922.