November 25, 2015

October 10, 2015

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August 24, 2015
"If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams."

— Yann Martel, author of Life of Pi

July 27, 2015
trasvorder:

trasvorder:

June 21, 2015
duyanhnhanduc:
“watching you…
#lotus #eyes #oeil #vegetal #hybride
@duyanhnhanduc
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duyanhnhanduc:

watching you…
#lotus #eyes #oeil #vegetal #hybride
@duyanhnhanduc

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May 9, 2015
durgapolashi:
“Vivian Gornick
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durgapolashi:

Vivian Gornick

April 16, 2015

andreamaack:

This series was shot by photographer Benjamin McMahon for AnOther magazine this fall. In the 4 day epic “Journey of senses” we visited different locations is Iceland that inspired the new ANDREA MAACK fragrance collection that we are launching this spring.  

Photos: Benjamin McMahon for AnOther magazine

April 16, 2015

andreamaack:

In my new perfume studio I´m always looking for new Icelandic raw ingredients to get inspired by. I took my team on a quest to see what we could find in the winter time and how Icelandic products can smell different each season. We also have to keep in mind how fragrances change during the day and in different climates.  We also want to convey the Andrea Maack perfumes online, so we are posing the question is what is the best way to smell something through visuals only? 

Photos: Saga Sig

March 13, 2015

azuma-makoto:

The making of “ICED FLOWERS”

Date: january 10 & 11, 2015

Place: 483 Furuike Ogose-machi, Iruma-gun, Saitama, Japan / Masuda seisakujo

February 10, 2015
cy twombly

cy twombly

(via philo-sofia)

January 19, 2015

January 12, 2015
Nan Goldin for Grey magazine F/W 2012

Nan Goldin for Grey magazine F/W 2012

December 30, 2014
"I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought."

taken from “Ulysses”

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

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Filed under: poetry travel time 
December 17, 2014

December 17, 2014