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anna—karina: Anna relaxes at the 13th Cannes...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:03:21 -0700

anna—karina:

Anna relaxes at the 13th Cannes International Film Festival, 1960.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 23:01:25 -0700

ragpony: Dior Couture Backstage, Lucas Lefler

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:00:40 -0700

ragpony:

Dior Couture Backstage, Lucas Lefler

thisgarconsays: Dries Van Noten Autumn 2013

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:56:57 -0700

thisgarconsays:

Dries Van Noten Autumn 2013

"You are a bear lost in a forest, and there is an old woman with long gray braids baking pies for..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:55:50 -0700

“You are a bear lost in a forest, and there is an old woman with long gray braids baking pies for you, and your job is to keep following the smell of pie. That’s your job—learning how to keep turning toward what is most delicious to you.”

- Sydney Cohen’s advice to art students. Read more → (via sfmoma)

Googling myself in the place of potential employers has kind of ruined the internet for me.

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:55:00 -0700

A few gems.

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Freshman Year

I had hair!

Now please excuse me while I go delete EVERYTHINGELSE.

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voxsart: In The State Of #Menswear Lust 1. Alain Delon in...

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:59:16 -0700

voxsart:

In The State Of #Menswear Lust 1.

Alain Delon in Purple Noon, 1960.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 09:58:31 -0700

"No amount of external elements—admiration, affection, conversation, sex—will ever be enough to..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:56:36 -0700

“No amount of external elements—admiration, affection, conversation, sex—will ever be enough to satisfy a person whose internal compass does not point to joy.”

- The Pleasure Trap - David Finch
http://m.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-journal-best-practices/201305/the-pleasure-trap (via tetatet)

Cai Guo-QiangDragon: Explosion on Issey Miyake, 1998

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:10:19 -0700

Cai Guo-Qiang
Dragon: Explosion on Issey Miyake, 1998

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Tue, 21 May 2013 08:08:01 -0700

notesfromapart:

"Stand naked in front of a mirror for a long time, under unflattering light if possible. Trace the..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 15:19:01 -0700

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Stand naked in front of a mirror for a long time, under unflattering light if possible. Trace the rises and falls of the little ripples on your skin — the scars, the dimples, the cellulite — and think about how much you try to hide these things in your day-to-day. Wonder why you hate them so much, and if this hate stems from somewhere within yourself, or as a result of being told all your life that it’s wrong to have physical flaws. Wonder what you would think of your body if you never looked at a magazine, if you never thought about celebrities and models, if you never had to wonder where someone would rate you on a scale of 10. Look at yourself until the initial recoil softens, and you can consider your features in a more forgiving frame of mind.

Listen to the music which makes you want to both sob and dance with uninhibited joy, and allow yourself to repeat any song you want as many times as your heart desires. Think of the person you are when you have your favorite song in your headphones and are walking down a street you feel you own completely, swaying your hips and smiling for no good reason — remember how many things you love about yourself during those moments, how much you are willing to forgive in yourself, how confident you are for no good reason. Try to think of confidence as a gift you give yourself when you need it, instead of something you have to siphon from every unreliable source in your life. Dance because the music makes you remember how much you love yourself, not because it allows you to forget the fact that you don’t.

Write a list of all the things you like about yourself, even if you think it’s a self-indulgent and narcissistic activity. Start as early as you like in your life — put down that time you won a trophy playing little league soccer when you were eight and then got an extra-large shake at the DQ on the way home, and don’t feel silly for remembering it. Try to understand how many sources in your life happiness can come from, how many things you could be proud of if you chose to. Ask yourself why you so tightly limit the things you take pride in, why you set your own hurdles for happiness and fulfillment so much higher than you do with anyone else in your life. Let your list go on for pages and pages if you want it to.

Touch and care for yourself with the attention and the patience that you would someone you loved more than life itself. Rub lotion in small circles on your elbows and hands when it is cold and your skin is dry and cracked. Make soup for yourself when your nose is running and curl up, with your favorite movie, in a pile of expertly-stacked pillows. Light a few candles and let their glow flicker against your body. Admire how gentle they are, how delicately their warmth touches you — wonder why you don’t let yourself do the same. Soak your feet in warm water at the end of a long day, until they have forgiven you for walking on them for so long without so much as a “thank you.” Listen to your body when it aches to be touched, and don’t be afraid to give it every orgasm that you may have been too ashamed to ask for in someone else’s bed.

Be patient with yourself, and don’t worry if a switch doesn’t flip in you which abruptly takes you from “crippling self-doubt” to “uncompromising self-love.” Allow yourself all the trepidation and clumsy, uneven infatuation that you would with a promising stranger. Try only to be kinder, to be softer, and to remember all of the things within you which are worth loving. Listen to the voice in the back of your head which tells you, as much out of sadness as anger, “You are ugly. You are stupid. You are boring.” Give it the fleeting moment of attention it so craves, and then remind it, “Even if that were true, I’d still be worth loving.”

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- Chelsea Fagan, How To Fall In Love With Yourself

(via opalinefeather)

When it comes to matters of love, it’s often platonic devotion that proves the most intimate and...

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:28:53 -0700

When it comes to matters of love, it’s often platonic devotion that proves the most intimate and carries the most weight in one’s life. It’s the love stories of friendship, the decades-spanning, unbreakable connection to someone that stays around as lovers come and go. Yes, romantic love is an all-encompassing illness of the heart, but without a best friend to guide you, life becomes less tolerable. Cinema has long been awash in tales of romantic love, of course, but it’s rare to see a tale of love between two female best friends, especially one that genuinely shows what it is like to have that kind of soul mate, without whom everything else would be askew.

redboldface: Cuz #1 “I’m walking through these hallways where...

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:31:15 -0700

redboldface:

Cuz #1
“I’m walking through these hallways where the windows break apart.”
Edited by Richard Hell.
New York City, 1988
SOLD

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Mon, 20 May 2013 11:32:58 -0700

ringoringoringo: Guy Bourdin shoots Chloe for Vogue France...

Mon, 20 May 2013 10:47:56 -0700

ringoringoringo:

Guy Bourdin shoots Chloe for Vogue France 1970

thethinkingtank:

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:09:34 -0700

thethinkingtank: