Marcia Marcus (American , b. 1928), Renoir, 1968. Oil and silver leaf on canvas, 71 ¾ x 42 in.
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Marcia Marcus (American , b. 1928), Renoir, 1968. Oil and silver leaf on canvas, 71 ¾ x 42 in.
“The importance of touch is that it places you. It is the medium of the articulation of a relationship. Touch yields two different senses–that of connection and that of separateness. It makes for a sense of oneness … as well as for a sense of difference. One thing is sure: if we are not touched, we might begin to suspect that we are not here.”
Kathleen Woodword, Aging and its Discontents
“The longing to touch/be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone—as well as affection etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body—and that there are bodies in the world.”
Susan Sontag, Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980
“Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?”
Ocean Vuong, ‘On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous’
“While the skin appears to be the matter which separates the body, it rather allows us to think of how the materialisation of bodies involves, not containment, but an affective opening out of bodies to other bodies, in the sense that the skin registers how bodies are touched by others.”
Sara Ahmed, Strange Encounters
“There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us…”
Jim Butcher, Skin Game
“Touch me, / remind me who I am.”
Stanley Kunitz, ‘Touch’
Meret Oppenheim, My Nurse, 1936
An object of bound female sexuality from the surrealist movement
Official White House photographer Pete Souza captured an estimated 2 million photos over 8 years while Obama was in office… Here’s a selection of some of his favourite shots.
I teared up. He embodies everything that I grew up thinking a president should be.
Nothing but the upmost respect for her.
“When you jail, we jail too”
This is the realist shit I have seen all day
Gucci Fall/Winter 2017
“Gucci and Beyond” by Alessandro Michele film and photos by Glen Luchford
Bon Appétit and a chai tea latte while I absorb this full-body coconut oil treatment (not pictured)
Frida Kahlo (1907.07.06-1954.07.13)
some of my food pictures. people dont usually believe me when i tell them the garlic coffee pic is by me, but please enjoy the full set
this post, in some way, makes it harder for me to breathe
Iceland!
“The concept is simple. Take a blank sheet with nothing but the basic outline of a pinup girl and illustrate a unique scene around her.”
Art by David Jablow
love that this didn’t get nasty or overly sexual. awesome.
I love this.
I’m the birb that gets embarrassed by her man
A Woman Rocking Menswear in India, 1940s.
WISHBONE WAS SO LEGIT.
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