May 11, 2016
May 9, 2016
gallowhill:
“ Alberto Giacometti in his Paris studio, 1960
Photo by Ernst Scheidegger
”

gallowhill:

Alberto Giacometti in his Paris studio, 1960

Photo by Ernst Scheidegger

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May 9, 2016
jewicidal:
“ the-secret-stache:
“ valerieparker:
“ matadelanimasola:
“ ireallylikegaryoldman:
“ mlsyndrome:
“ hisan-na:
“ “ orientaltiger:
Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart.
”
i will forever reblog...

jewicidal:

the-secret-stache:

valerieparker:

matadelanimasola:

ireallylikegaryoldman:

mlsyndrome:

hisan-na:

orientaltiger:

Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

I think this would be a fantastic gift for someone you love. 

Tell them they can only break it when they are having a truly terrible day and feel as if it will never get better.

And as time passes and it’s not broken, you can slip pieces of paper in it, either with secrets, reasons you love them, jokes, or happy memories of things you did together. I think it would be a beautiful thing.

This is super morbid but like

Leave notes for your spouse and loved ones right while you’re alive and healthy and happy

And make breaking this part of your will when you’re gone whenever that is

  That’s actually kind of beautiful.

Wow that is freaking incredible.

wow

or u could turn it upside down and pull the papers out w tweezers. so beautiful. wow

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May 9, 2016

boyirl:

Vanessa Lodigiani - This is not me, this is also me.

MOMA. New York City. 2010

Six performance-interventions during Marina Abramovich’s:’The Artist Is Present’ in the Museum of Modern Art in New York.

“I sat in front of Marina Abramovich, six consecutive days dressed as six different identities, the last one being a full length black Burqa and Niqāb which covered my entire body and face, except for the eyes. I sat with her for 42 minutes, then continued upstairs where the retrospective of her work was being shown. I stood in front of a re-performer elevated high on a wall, her arms and legs extended in a crucifixion pose. We stared intensely into each others eyes, she began to cry. I was completely covered, she was completely nude.”

This same re-performer, later talked about this experience in an interview, mentioning that it was the only moment she truly felt physically naked.

The performance was based on the experience of annulling the individual. I no longer represented myself but a collective identity. I became a symbol. A question. A contrasting figure. The “other”.

Photos by Marco Anelli

(Source: childmagazine, via youutterwasteofperfection-blog)

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Mar 19, 2016
florida-sounds:
“ reminds me of textpostsrus
”

florida-sounds:

reminds me of textpostsrus

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Mar 19, 2016
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