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Sun, 13th of April

Howl said, “I think we ought to live happily ever after,” and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew living happily ever after with Howl would be a great deal more eventful than any story made it sound, though she was determined to try. “It should be hair-raising,” added Howl. ~ Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Tue, 8th of April

kate moss’ new line for topshop is reaching frankly upsetting levels of perfection, part 2

Tue, 8th of April

kate moss’ new line for topshop is reaching frankly upsetting levels of perfection, part 1

Sun, 30th of March

noorannmatties:

Selections from ‘Rituals’, by Noorann Matties

Forced to examine ourselves in ways many normally avoid, Rituals as a project sought to capture the moment in which we our lives become devoid of distraction and we become intimately aware of ourselves. By photographing people’s personal beauty rituals I attempted to capture this awareness, this intimacy that occurs only when one is forced to examine their own body, the most basic thing that is theirs, and build upon it.

view the complete series at http://inconnumag.com/rituals/

important   wear your inside out   makeup   bodies   survival   lovelovelove   with 37,295 notes
Thu, 13th of March

lostinurbanism:

James Baldwin

james baldwin   writers   lovelovelove   with 1,290 notes
Mon, 10th of March

East Dulwich, London, England

london   take me back   lovelovelove   with 4,827 notes
Sat, 8th of March
❝ Late in the year, the New York chapter of the National Organization for Women (NOW) instigates a letter and phone call appeal demanding that he stop referring to women as ‘little girls’ in his music. A spokeswoman in Springsteen’s office defends his use of ‘little girl’, calling it a ‘rock and roll term.’ She is quoted in Rolling Stone magazing as saying that no calls or letters had been received, except from NOW members wishing to dissociate themselves from the project. ❞
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Jim Cullen, Born in the USA:  Bruce Springsteen and the American Tradition, via Emma Forrest’s Cherries in the Snow.

i mean - i mean - when a novel uses this as an epigraph, it’s guaranteed to be perfect, you know what i’m saying?

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Sun, 2nd of March

wolverxne:

Baby Tiger Cub and butterfly | by: [Floridapfe]

Tue, 25th of February

[haim - if i could change your mind]

If I could change your mind
I would hit the ground running
It took time to realize

And I never saw it coming
Forgive my lying eyes
Gonna give you all or nothing

Tue, 25th of February

youngblackandvegan:

queen nicki

Mon, 24th of February
❝ If you free it with too violent an action, if you blow apart the strata without taking precautions, then instead of drawing the plane you will be killed, plunged into a black hole, or even dragged toward catastrophe. Staying stratified—organized, signified, subjected— is not the worst that can happen; the worst that can happen is if you throw the strata into demented or suicidal collapse, which brings them back down on us heavier than ever. This is how it should be done: Lodge yourself on a stratum, experiment with the opportunities it offers, find an advantageous place on it, find potential movements of deterritorialization, possible lines of flight, experience them, produce flow conjunctions here and there, try out continuums of intensities segment by segment, have a small plot of new land at all times. ❞
—   gilles deleuze & felix guattari, a thousand plateaus (capitalism & schizophrenia part 2)   —
Sun, 23rd of February

[laura marling - born to love (live session)]

Thu, 20th of February

collections that are raw as fuck ➝ valentino s/s 2014

Mon, 17th of February

Everything was decoration in that happy city. Luxury became us. In Venice we were mesmerised by our own entrancing vision in the mirror: the mirrors of the water and the speckled mirrors in our sumptuous bedrooms. In Venice, every boat wore at the point of its prow a lacy little spume of foam. As the world closed in upon us, we used our depleted stocks of gunpowder not to arm ourselves but for fireworks! Fortunately, we were so beautiful that we frightened our enemies; they did not think themselves good enough to conquer us. When you hear that it was necessary to forbid the Venetian laundry women to wear velvet, satin and black fox fur, you start to understand what kind of city we were then.

Ah, we were a happy city! Venice had become so old that she had fallen into her second childhood and laughed at everything. We were voluble as parrots. Our hands conducted simultaneous conversations, eloquent as a pair of poets. With a flourish, we welcomed in all the self-styled counts and virgins, the fortune-tellers and the snake-oil salesmen. The very men who swept the streets sent the dust dancing in graceful arcs, tendering their brooms like slender ballerinas. We even made joy of acqua alta! We pirouetted over the passerelle  with the water clucking underneath us like an old governess. We splashed and giggled even as the sea dragged our chairs and our underwear into the lagoon.

The sea took all our memories and our sins away. She bestowed upon us her strange mother-of-pearl light which changed every instant and gave us a taste for lightness and infinite variety in all things. She revived us with her fresh breath upon our cheeks after we had spent ourselves in our debauches. She was always behind us or ahead of us, winking at us, showing us the futility of caution or even planning. For us, the sea was a liquid stimulant like coffee or hot chocolate. And she was everywhere. You could not close your bed curtains against her moist, lascivious sighs. You could not stop up your ears against her saucy whispers. 

We had Carnevale six months of the year. In our strange and beautiful masks we always had a choice of who to be. In our masks, we were accountable to no one, and we took full advantage of this. In those days Venice kept eight hundred and fifty mask-makers in business. For our masks were not merely for Carnevale. They were for the fairy tale of the everyday, to be worn every night.

- Michelle Lovric, Carnevale

Sun, 16th of February

alexachung:

Alexa Chung out and about in Soho on 10 February 2014 in New York City.