by a halo of flowers
Let your deathbed be ours
Jack Kerouac (via herstorygoeson)
Sophie Calle, from Voir la Mer, 2011 (the filmed reactions of individuals who lived in Istanbul but who encountered the sea for the first time)
This man is turning bombshells into flowerpots in Kayan, Afghanistan, 1993.
:„„,) humanity goes with transformation in such a beautiful way, if we let it.
“Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet…”
Alain de Botton
Hiroshi Sugimoto, Movie Theatre, Canton Place, Ohio. 1970.
I’m a habitual self-interlocutor. Around the time I started photographing at the Natural History Museum, one evening I had a near-hallucinatory vision. The question-and-answer session that led up to this vision went something like this: Suppose you shoot a whole movie in a single frame? And the answer: You get a shining screen. Immediately I sprang into action, experimenting toward realizing this vision. Dressed up as a tourist, I walked into a cheap cinema in the East Village with a large-format camera. As soon as the movie started, I fixed the shutter at a wide-open aperture, and two hours later when the movie finished, I clicked the shutter closed. That evening, I developed the film, and the vision exploded behind my eyes.
David Wojnarowicz (via memereve)
This is the best thing Grimes has ever done live, ever.