Encased in Irony

marthajefferson: Julianne Moore as “Famous Works of Art” by...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 07:31:12 -0700

Julianne Moore as “Famous Works of Art” by Peter Linderbergh - for Harper’s Bazaar

Seated Woman With Bent Knee by Egon Schiele, La Grande Odalisque by Ingres, Saint Praxidis by Vermeer, The Cripple by John Currin, Les danseuses by Edgar Degas, Madame X by John Singer, Girl with a Pearl Earring by Vermeer, Woman With a Fan by Modigliani, Man Crazy Nurse #3 by Richard Prince, Adele Bloch Bauer I by Gustav Klimt.

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Sat, 08 Jun 2013 07:24:26 -0700

BAPTISTE DEBOMBOURG CREATES A FROZEN RIVER OUT OF CRACKED...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 07:23:13 -0700

BAPTISTE DEBOMBOURG CREATES A FROZEN RIVER OUT OF CRACKED WINDSHIELDS

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Sat, 08 Jun 2013 07:21:45 -0700

it took me a few weeks to get up enough courage to call you

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 07:19:59 -0700

writingsforwinter:

I almost wrote about you on the subway but then

I remembered that I’ve been trying to find new things

to write about. I guess what I’m trying to say is that

whenever I look at your photo now,

taped inside my journal at a haphazard angle

with the corners peeled from touching it so much,

the ache of missing you is enough to fill an entire

ocean with all the butterflies from my stomach.

Sometimes I think about calling you

and listening to the dial tone on the other end

as a substitute for your breath, but then listening

was never really a synonym for being there.

Yesterday I saw an elderly man hand a prostitute

a bouquet of daffodils on the street

instead of money for sex. And I know that you

never liked my blue moods because they were too close

to bordering on cerulean, but suffice it to say

that the gesture made me feel like tearing up,

not because they were flowers or the man probably

had about five years left to live, but because

it reminded me of how you always kept giving me love

in the most unexpected ways.

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Fri, 07 Jun 2013 09:11:01 -0700

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Fri, 07 Jun 2013 09:09:55 -0700

digbicks: Fifth Element, a book of self-destruction by Marija...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 08:49:26 -0700

digbicks:

Fifth Element, a book of self-destruction by Marija Strajnic

Dusan Juric as water

Isidora Veselinovic as earth

Marija Knezevic as fire

Danilo Andjus as air

Milica Kolaric and Stefan Unkovic as kiss

Dusan, Isidora, Marija and Danilo were asked to make facial expressions as if they were supposed to die by the force of either water, or earth, or fire, or air. Their expressions were photographed, developed and printed as photographs, in order to be undertaken by the destruction process. Result is a book, with a set of 16 interactive portraits of the people suffering their own devastation. Each step of the destruction process in this book is interrupted with a successively zoomed kissing scene which encircles those 4 deaths into the Fifth element, showing the impossibility of existing as an Absolute.

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Fri, 07 Jun 2013 08:47:54 -0700

likeafieldmouse: Zhang Kechun - The Yellow River...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 08:46:52 -0700

likeafieldmouse:

Zhang Kechun - The Yellow River (2010-12)

“Kechun spent two years on the banks of the Yellow River, the waterway considered both the cradle of Chinese civilization and, when it breaks its banks, its curse. ‘I wanted to photograph the river respectfully,’ said Zhang. ‘It represents the root of the nation.’

Kechun’s project has the feel of a pilgrimage. He traveled on a fold-up bicycle, following the river’s silted water from the coastal flats of Shandong, west, to the mountains of Qinghai. He journeyed for a month at a time, lugging a large format Linhof camera, a tripod and just enough film. Sometimes, he said, he went a week without taking a picture. ‘I wanted to take my time, to slow down and experience every second of the moment.’

He did not set out to document environmental destruction — others have done that. But China’s headlong rush to develop has scarred the country’s land, air and water, and the mighty Yellow River is no exception. ‘I started off wanting to photograph my ideal of the river, but I kept running into pollution,’ he said. ‘I realized that I couldn’t run away from it, and that I didn’t need to run away from it.’

Though the lunar tones and low horizons feel foreboding, Kechun insists the project carries a message of hope. There is a reason all the people in his pictures look tiny: ‘The power of humans is nothing compared to the power of nature, even when we try to change it. Century upon century, the river runs.’”

Sophie Turner for 1883 Magazine · June 2013

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 06:08:51 -0700

Sophie Turner for 1883 Magazine · June 2013

fluttering-slips: Cosi What god knewto take her speech?She never said“I love you.” Not once.She...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 06:05:00 -0700

fluttering-slips:

Cosi

What god knew
to take her speech?
She never said
“I love you.” Not once.
She always used
her eyes.

Francis Masat

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Tue, 04 Jun 2013 05:53:41 -0700

"What is your favorite word?” “And. It is so hopeful."

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 05:51:30 -0700

““What is your favorite word?”
“And. It is so hopeful.””

- Margaret Atwood (via kateoplis)

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Tue, 04 Jun 2013 05:48:36 -0700

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Tue, 04 Jun 2013 05:47:40 -0700

Ghost

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 06:47:00 -0700

Sometimes I wonder when it was
I last saw you.

I don’t mean having you before me,
because you linger so often
I forget I can’t see you.

I wonder if you still see your reflection,
if you miss it.

Many times we’ve tried
to get a word in between spaces.
Instead, I gesture to where a pulse should be

and wait. There is a hiss,
the last end of a bout of rain,
but quieter.

There was a time you recall
being thicker than the wind. It’s strange
to say that’s how I remember you:

you had a laugh that went on for days.
How odd to say it
for someone who has never left.

Sometimes I wonder when it was
I first saw you.

Your eyes are grey today. I trust
I remember otherwise.

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Sat, 01 Jun 2013 07:48:04 -0700

Writings for Winter: how to love someone no matter what

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 07:44:07 -0700

writingsforwinter:

1. You said you had depression. On the rainy days I brought an umbrella for you to walk under.

2. You had OCD. I counted all 288 heartbeats with you until we both fell asleep.

3. You had anxiety disorder. I held my breath until you finally took one.

4. When I felt sad and you couldn’t comfort me because you had Asperger’s, I understood what your shaking hands meant anyway.

5. When you were so frustrated and bored because of the ADHD, I held your face in my hands and made you look into my eyes for thirty seconds straight, until you could see how much I loved you.

6. The bipolar disorder picked you up one minute and threw you down the next. For the mania, we celebrated with cake. For the depression, I held you until it passed and you were okay again.

7. You wouldn’t eat anything for breakfast, lunch, or dinner because of the eating disorder. I fed you your favorite kind of chocolate when you were ready, bite by bite, and we went for a run afterward.

8. The door always scared you when it slammed too hard because of the PTSD; I covered the edge with rubber so it wouldn’t bang against the wall so loudly.

9. Your self-destructive tendencies made it hard to breathe sometimes, so I hid every needle, razor, and pair of scissors in the house, then made you pinch me as hard as you could very time you had the urge to hurt yourself.

10. Despite everything, I still loved you more than I’d ever loved anyone else in the entire world.