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David Bowie, 1977, by Claude Vanheye.

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a collecshun luv x

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mamquam falls, squamish, british columbia

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Brian Eno, Drake Hotel, New York City, August 1974 by Linda D. Robbins

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Rust’s words echo a quote from Kurt Vonnegut’s novel ‘Mother night’, 1961: “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.“

Rust Cohle & Marty Hart, True detective S01E07 ‘After you’ve gone’

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Andy Warhol photographed by Hervé Gloaguen at the Factory in New York City, 1966.

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is this gonna get me fired you think

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Zendaya wearing MATIERES – New York premiere of The Odyssey

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Network (1976, written by Paddy Chayefsky and directed by Sidney Lumet)

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My Brilliant Career (1979) dir. Gillian Armstrong

My Brilliant Career tells the story of a headstrong young woman named Sybylla (played by the extraordinary Judy Davis, in her debut role), living in the Australian outback just before the turn of the 20th Century. Sybylla is the daughter of an impoverished farmer, but she yearns for something more - chiefly, a life shaped by meaningful work - and even when she gets a chance at finding true love with a handsome, well-heeled property owner (played by an almost criminally charming Sam Neill), she’s not sure love fits into her plans. Sybylla first needs to find out who she is, and to take a stab at getting what she wants out of life. (via TCM)

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madonna and guy ritchie by mario testino

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i really liked this essay on why literary fiction is sounding so much Like That these days, especially work by asian american authors:

This entire process selects for homework-doers, personal entrepreneurs, and individualistic bureaucrats. It's why, like I said, the oracular outsiders, the Pauls of the world, who can't conform to society's expectations to check boxes and become legible to the powers that be, aren't in these programs and aren't getting the opportunities that are downstream of them. It's why you end up with tons of fiction about "my white boyfriend" and "everyone online is mad at me" or "anxious strivers in NYC" or "my annoying polycule." These are the obstacles this class encounters. You can't spend time, like Cormac McCarthy did, living in an unheated cabin in the Smokies, or embedding with the Mujahideen like William T. Vollman, or working as a psychotherapist like Olga Tokarczuk. You must move from strength to strength, always turning in your homework on time, and certainly never suffering a psychotic break.

-- Trip, Estragon News, The Oracular Outsiders and the Homework Doers

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i quite liked the conclusion to the piece:

Maybe it's because that fiction is being written for the people already bought in. Art that is made for the purpose of institutional legibility and approval is dead on arrival. Writing must stand on the outside, viewing the world at a tilt. Our world is being eaten by word machines that can imitate us perfectly. Unless American letters find the courage to welcome back in the oracular, it will disappear, replaced by machine that can conform to the demands of institutional legibility—really, the demands of capital—better than any human ever could.