[deathandmysticism]

Paul Iribe, Salomé, 1916

[midnight-charm]

Givenchy Haute Couture Fall / Winter 2019

[aleatoriedades]

I’m 100 percent that bitch

[mustmuse]

[fruttifashion]

Christian Dior at Couture Fall 2011

[hellohaters]

Pablo Palazuelo

[moodboardmix]

Apollo 50 by Mader Wiermann for the Apollo Pavilion, 

Commissioned by Durham County Council, Produced by Artichoke. 

[finita--la--commedia]

“Why did you want to hurt me ? As if the distance were not enough, why do you make yourself even more distant in your letter, signing personal and family name ? Is it impossible that you - being so sensitive - are not aware of what you are doing, and therefore I must think that you did it on purpose, maybe to reproach me, without saying it, because in my most recent letters I signed my first name without my family name. Is this why you did it ?.. But I told you why I did it. If I was wrong, forgive me. It was to feel more like being with you, less distant; to be with you, at least in my letters, I, without family name, I, who have nobody anymore in my life who calls me and thinks of me without my family name, or without my qualification of professor, or of teacher, or of father. All right. I won’t do it anymore !”

— Luigi Pirandello (1867-1936), in a letter to Marta Abba (1900-1988), March 23, 1929, translated by Benito Ortolani

[juansendizon]

“If I fail to be happy with myself that doesn’t mean I’m a negative person. I’m kind, I’m warm, and I’m aware of the places in me that needs a little more work. I just get a little bit sad sometimes for no reason at all, but you still can be happy with me. I’m still me despite my depression.”

— Juansen Dizon, A Fellow Human Being

[mylesashby]

Andy Warhol, Querelle, 1982

[femmequeens]

Dominique Jackson photographed by Lula Hyres for Galore Magazine. Styled by Gabriel Held. Makeup by Justin Lentz. Hair by Paul Lodge. 

[70s]

bellybuttons 

[krstnklkv]

This Placement Poster for exhibition in Mexico City

Kristyna Kulikova instagram.com/krstnklkv

[finita--la--commedia]

“The writer who has no readers, whom only a few people know, is the true writer, for even though on the practical side this can be very unpleasant, one has the impression in such a case that one writes for oneself alone.”

— Emil Cioran, in the interview with Michel Jakob, published in 1994, translated from the German by Kate Greenspan

[finita--la--commedia]

“My only sorrow: my spiritual poverty. All day yesterday and today — obsessed with sex.”

— Mircea Eliade (1907-1986), from “The Portugal Journal” (entry of 22 March, 1945), translated from the Romanian by Mac Linscott Ricketts

[artist-magritte-deactivated2020]

Reclining nude, 1925, Rene Magritte

Medium: oil,canvas

[mariamedem]