les demoiselles de la haute couture, kate moss by mario sorrenti for glamour france september 1993
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"She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork-board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew."
Jerry Spinelli (via rarararambles)

posted 5 giorni fa

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Stefano Colombini & Alberto Albanese"Nevertheless"
"Today the individual has become the highest form, and the greatest bane, of artistic creation. The smallest wound or pain of the ego is examined under a microscope as if it were of eternal importance. The artist considers his isolation, his subjectivity, his individualism almost holy. Thus we finally gather in one large pen, where we stand and bleat about our loneliness without listening to each other and without realizing that we are smothering each other to death. The individualists stare into each other’s eyes and yet deny each other’s existence. We walk in circles, so limited by our own anxieties that we can no longer distinguish between true and false, between the gangster’s whim and the purest ideal."
Ingmar Bergman.  (via reverie-de-la-nuit)

posted 6 giorni fa

"I am the sea and nobody owns me."
Pippi Longstocking. Dir. Clive A. Smith.   (via spittyqueen)

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"Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you."
Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via theglasschild)

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