arcs:

Balloon Vender in Prismatics, David Douglas Duncan, Paris, 1973



dylanthescientist:

princetanaka:

just a small town girl. Living in a racist, insensitive, sexist, homophobic world,

(cant take the midnight train ‘cause im fuckin scared)




greypoppies:

Marchesa Luisa Casati. An heiress, a muse and a fashion legend, she dazzled everyone she met and shocked turn-of-the-century Europe.  She wore live snakes as jewellery and was infamous for her evening strolls; naked beneath her furs whilst parading cheetahs on diamond-studded leads.  Nude servants gilded in gold leaf attended her.  Bizarre wax mannequins sat as guests at her dining table, some of them rumoured to contain the ashes of past lovers.


auroses:

ph. B. Anthony Stewart


iconoclassic:

« The Queen of Freckles” © Irving Penn (via Le blog de SoVeNa » Freckled Beauty)



“I guess that song is about when you’re in a relationship and it’s going really well and you’re really happy and maybe you have given up parts of yourself. To fall in love and be in a relationship for a long time is like giving a lot of parts of you away because the relationship becomes more important than you as individuals. It’s a bit of a tricky balance. I think everyone in a relationship needs to know not to forget themselves…” — Björk on Hyperballad, 1995 (via colress)



propaedeuticist:

infected ceramic forms - Tamsin Van Essen

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