laurarosanna:

Piazza di Spagna, Rome ♥

laurarosanna:

Piazza di Spagna, Rome 

(via hanabones)


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tormented-spirituality:

The Hangman (1964)


A cynical look at how humankind loves to feed others into the death machine, from a disturbing poem by Maurice Ogden, read by Herschel Bernardi. Shadows and shifting geometric planes lend a Chirico-like quality to Julian’s animation.

tormented-spirituality:

The Hangman (1964) A cynical look at how humankind loves to feed others into the death machine, from a disturbing poem by Maurice Ogden, read by Herschel Bernardi. Shadows and shifting geometric planes lend a Chirico-like quality to Julian’s animation.

(Source: follia-stultitia, via ennui-or-something)


floserber:

Stefano Della Bella

(via blackpaint20)


nevver:

Today, I only have eyes for you.

nevver:

Today, I only have eyes for you.

(via circensis)


pdvmorris:

There was never a genius without a tincture of madness. Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC)

pdvmorris:

There was never a genius without a tincture of madness. Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC)

(via 2headedsnake)


130186:

Marchesa S/S 2012

130186:

Marchesa S/S 2012

(via stayanindividual)


quantoestvita:

deaprojekt:
Giorgio Cecchinato - Memories of the Thirst (2011)

quantoestvita:

deaprojekt:

Giorgio Cecchinato - Memories of the Thirst (2011)

(via stayanindividual)


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"Death is not the worst… Can you imagine enduring centuries, experiencing each day the same futilities…"
Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)

"Death is not the worst… Can you imagine enduring centuries, experiencing each day the same futilities…"

Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)

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pudugirl:

i need this

pudugirl:

i need this

(via sad-lolita)


nearlya:

Amie DickeAfter Goldschmidt, 2012

"At the Herengracht 401 there is a room on the third floor. This room used to be a hiding place for young (Jewish) men during World War II. Manuel Goldschmidt was one of them and after the liberation he stayed connected to this safe house. Until recently he lived in the same room where he was kept in hiding. He died in March 2012.

When I first entered the space it felt like a time capsule. A frozen world that you do not want to touch because of its delicate state, yet too important to let it go. In an attempt to mark the fragile points I began to fill up the cracks and open joints with pieces of gold colored emergency blankets. 

I started with the windows (there was quite some draft). Then I lined the contours of the space between the outside wall and the carpet, like a floor plan, followed by the cracks in the furniture pieces and little holes in the walls and ceiling. It took me almost a month to make this fragmented drawing in space.”

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