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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Love Begins
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Keni
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The Birds (1963) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
Gena Rowlands and John Cassavetes on the set of A Woman Under the Influence (1974, dir. John Cassavetes)
A Woman Under the Influence (1974), dir. John Cassavetes
Late Spring 1949 Yasujiro Ozu
Late Spring 1949 Yasujiro Ozu
The moon is the love of my life and honestly I should be giving her much more attention.
I didn’t realise how ‘about this’ I was but I am all about this.
“Women do not simply have faces, as men do; they are identified with their faces. Men have a naturalistic relation to their faces. Certainly they care whether they are good-looking or not. They suffer over acne, protruding ears, tiny eyes; they hate getting bald. But there is a much wider latitude in what is esthetically acceptable in a man’s face than what is in a woman’s. A man’s face is defined as something he basically doesn’t need to tamper with; all he has to do is keep it clean. He can avail himself of the options for ornament supplied by nature: a beard, a mustache, longer or shorter hair. But he is not supposed to disguise himself. What he is “really” like is supposed to show. A man lives through his face; it records the progressive stages of his life. And since he doesn’t tamper with his face, it is not separate from but is completed by his body – which is judged attractive by the impression it gives of virility and energy. By contrast, a woman’s face is potentially separate from her body. She does not treat it naturalistically. A woman’s face is the canvas upon which she paints a revised, corrected portrait of herself. One of the rules of this creation is that the face not show what she doesn’t want it to show. Her face is an emblem, an icon, a flag. How she arranges her hair, the type of make-up she uses, the quality of her complexion – all these are signs, not of what she is “really” like, but of how she asks to be treated by others, especially men. They establish her status as an “object.”
Susan Sontag, The Double Standard of Aging
“Somebody very important to me died.” “Who?” “The only person in the world who really knew me.“ “That’s not true.”
-Mad Men, (2007-2015) dir. Matthew Wiener
Thelma & Louise (1991)
Andrei: I am having, this is crazy, I’m having feelings again. Like some kind of 14-year-old kid or something. I mean, you remember feelings, right?
Pierre: ...Yeah. I have feelings every single day of my life.
Andrei: Do you?
Pierre: Are you saying you don’t have feelings?
What’s up this is the best article title I’ve ever seen
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The way Stan looks at Peggy kills me! That man….
Damn it! You could even hear him breathe… sexy-ly!