17-year old Lauren Bacall in a 1942 fashion photo by Jerry Plucer Sarna for Harper’s Bazaar
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17-year old Lauren Bacall in a 1942 fashion photo by Jerry Plucer Sarna for Harper’s Bazaar
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© Paulo Nozolino
Anita Ekberg 1958
Saul Leiter :: MacArthur Parade, 1951 / more [+] by S. Leiter
Linus Ma :: Family Trip, nd
I wrote to this young man about how he touched me with his work. He is great when it comes to photos, but medicine was his profession. His name is Adnan, he is from Chittagong, and is only 23 years old. He says that his favorite subjects are human - He beleive there’s nothing more interesting than capturing human emotions / expressions / stories. I agreed. He was also so kind to answer my mail.
Streets of Chittagong
Ata Adnan on Flickr.
Clara Lieu
Wading
Segregated ward for women at the city prison in New Orleans, Louisiana, 1963 - by Leonard Freed
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Tokyo, 1961
If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.
J.M. Barrie (via observando)
Hausvogteiplatz in Mitte, 1996
Die Gegend um den Hausvorgteiplatz war vor dem Krieg ein Zentrum der Konfektionsindustrie. Auch das Haus zur Berolina wurde 1985 nach einem Entwurf des Architekten Hermann August Krause als Konfektionshandels- und Lagerhaus erbaut. Es steht heute unter Denkmalschutz.
Before the war the area around Hausvorgteiplatz was a center of the garment industry. Also the Haus zur Berolina was designed in 1895 by architect Hermann August Krause as a commercial building and warehouse. It is now a listed building.
Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.
Emily Brontë (via observando)
We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.
Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via wordsnquotes)
"Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. —I shall feel it." She dropped her head again on Marius’ knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:— "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”
Victor Hugo (via observando)
You teach me now how cruel you’ve been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you - they’ll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?
Emily Brontë (via observando)
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