Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold (Griffin Dunne, 2017)
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Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold (Griffin Dunne, 2017)
NYC by heydavina
society peaked when we could hang cute charms on our flip phones
this ‘rose gold’ northern cardinal has obvious abnormal coloration; it’s believed this is due to xanthochromism, or an overproduction of yellow pigmentation. it was photographed in the wild in michigan.
Raise your hand if you grew up using literature and school as a form of escapism from the effects that generational traumas had on your life, resulting in an emotional attachment to academia and you never really living your teen years out to the fullest because of this.
*RIPS OFF ARM AND WAVES IT LIKE FLAG!!*
I love downloading pdfs. it’s like ok this is mine now
Inside Siberia’s isolated community of forgotten women. Photographed by Oded Wagenstein.
“In the remote village of Yar-Sale in Northern Siberia, live a group of elderly women. They were once part of a nomadic community of reindeer herders. However, in their old age, they spend most of their days in seclusion, isolated from the world they loved and their community. While men are usually encouraged to remain within the migrating community and maintain their social roles, the women often face the struggles of old age alone.It took a flight, a sixty-hour train ride from Moscow, and a seven-hour bone-breaking drive across a frozen river to meet them. I immersed myself in their closed community, and for days, over many cups of tea, they shared their stories, lullabies, and longings with me.On this series, the memories of the past, represented by the images of the outside world, are combined with the portraits of current reality.
By doing so, I tried to give their stories a visual representation. One that could last after they are already gone.
(*Like Last Year’s Snow is a Yiddish expression – referring to something which is not relevant anymore)”
- Oded Wagenstein
Voted most likely to have been given a lobotomy in the 1940s
Cuba during the 90s photographed by Gérard Sioen
Hanging in the Shade During Midday Heat, Sa Pa, Vietnam 2018
Mid90s (2018) dir. Jonah Hill
Kawase Hasui- woodblock prints
To watch the sun sink behind a flower clad hill.
To wander on in a huge forest without thought of return. To stand upon the shore and gaze after a boat that disappears behind distant islands. To contemplate the flight of wild geese seen and lost among the clouds
And, subtle shadows of bamboo on bamboo."
~Zeami Motokiyo
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“Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
— I Know What You Think of Me, Tim Kreider for the New York Times
i rewatched spirited away the other day and wanted to try a ghibli screencap redraw
David Lynch: The Art Life (2016)
Why must my feelings be "rational"? Is it not enough to sit quietly in my hawaiian shirt, deranged?
The Graduate (1967) dir. Mike Nichols