Issey Miyake ‘Pleats Please’ pink shirt (1996) Photography: Kazumi Kurigami

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Issey Miyake ‘Pleats Please’ pink shirt (1996) Photography: Kazumi Kurigami
“How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.”
— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” published c. January 1967
Eros Torso
Oliver Sundqvist and Frederik Nystrup Larsen
CAROL : What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?
Tennessee Williams, Orpheus Descending (via antigonick)
Central Park
The most anti-capitalist protest is to care for another and to care for yourself. To take on the historically feminized and therefore invisible practice of nursing, nurturing, caring. To take seriously each other’s vulnerability and fragility and precarity, and to support it, honor it, empower it. To protect each other, to enact and practice community. A radical kinship, an interdependent sociality, a politics of care.
Johanna Hedva, Sick Woman Theory (via likeapairofbottlerockets)
Grading my 3rd graders papers and I see this 😭
Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
“A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish – but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark
Jason Murphy
Old Shinjuku - Part One
Though fast disappearing, Tokyo still has pockets of old houses and communities. Old wooden houses, hand-cut Oya stone walls, and hand-pump equipped wells.
In Search of Forgotten Colours | Sachio Yoshioka and the Art of Natural Dyeing
“Sachio Yoshioka is the fifth-generation head of the Somenotsukasa Yoshioka dye workshop in Fushimi, southern Kyoto. When he succeeded to the family business in 1988, he abandoned the use of synthetic colours in favour of dyeing solely with plants and other natural materials. 30 years on, the workshop produces an extensive range of extremely beautiful colours.”
Film by: NHK Enterprises, Inc. and Art True Film
紡いでは巻き取りの繰り返し。
“I have this desire to sum up my life in the form of a story.
My parents killed themselves, one after the other, in the winter of 1998.
My mother’s depression led her to take her own life, and my father followed her nine days later. Having suddenly a closer relationship with death at just 21 years of age, I decided to write down the things I saw around me, as they were, and to capture in photographs the emotions I would only be able to feel then and there.
I was alone in the house we had all lived in as a family. I had almost completely lost sight of the point in living. But even so, I kept on living. Though my parents weren’t there, I had the many paintings my father left me and the family pictures my mother loved taking. They spoke to me and consoled me.
Happiness is “living alongside the people you love”.
Surrounded and engulfed in the love of my parents, I was taught the meaning of happiness. Now, after being blessed with a new family and a child of my own, I am surprised to find myself having conversations with my parents who still live on inside me. The look I give my child overlaps with the look my parents once wrapped me in.It is then I sense my parents are still here with me and I get a feeling of happiness, like I am being watched over.
If you are able to share your love for someone, perhaps you never really die.
In order to continue living with the people I love, I want to share with my family what I have learned from my parents. I would like to also share it with all of you in this book.”
– Junpei Ueda