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Some of the faces of Georgian actress Sofiko Chiaureli (1937-2008) from The Color of Pomegranates (Sergei Parajanov, 1968).

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artvevo:

"I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same"

Pulp Fiction, 1994

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mrprofmoriarty:

seethestarsablaze:

vmagazine:

Italian contemporary artist Livio Scarpella series ‘Ghost Underground’  (Bless Soul / Soul Damned) : Inspired by the works of Rococo sculptor Antonio Corradini’s (1668-1752) veiled ladies.

These are unreal.

hal-over-9000 ambiguousasian

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53 days, 4 hours since Mike Brown was killed.

hasdarrenwilsonbeenarrestedyet:

"That a young black man was shot to death by police is nothing new. It was simply caught on tape this time." — Jesse Williams on Killing of John Crawford: Injustice for all. Which isn’t about Mike Brown directly, but is about the pattern.

98 more days until Grand Jury deadline.

estheraarts:

Tired? Sad? Dispirited?

You need these little condiments to lift your spirits!

Pack of 6 hand lettered greeting cards on Oficio paper in numbered sleeve.
Limited edition of 114 sets.

Printed with Risograph by Knust.

Design by Esther Aarts.

Buy them here!

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donnerpartyofone:

reposting this in a click-free form because i keep looking at it and getting super excited

i want to die with you once or twice.

i want to lie with you until the pain is through for a while.

i’d do anything to make you feel.

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Yue Ning by Shao Jia for Numero China January 2013

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humanoidhistory:

A publicity still for Steven Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

ellsworthsmelly:

tooombz:

Felix Gonzalez-Torres
Untitled (Perfect Lovers) 1991. Clocks, paint on wall.

Untitled (Perfect Lovers) consists of two clocks, which start in synchronisation, and slowly, inevitably fall out of time due to the failure of the batteries and the nature of the mechanism. In a moving comment on his personal experiences, the piece refers to Gonzalez-Torres’ HIV positive partner Ross Laycock, and his slow decline and inevitable death due to AIDS. The clocks act as two mechanical heartbeats; representative of two lives destined to fall out of sync, and holds a poignant poetry about personal loss and the temporal nature of life.

Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us…We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space…we are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”

this is one of my favorite works ever

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