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brittanyschall:

Yosuke Amemiya
siddharthasmama:

this is a war-cry from 60 years ago that is still being shouted today.
sallybakedchocolatecakes:

Talking Heads 1983
vintagegal:

Twiggy c. 1966

scifuck:

where is my mind - the pixies

(Source: yulia-hurricane, via jewist)

vaspour:

museoleum:

Jonathan Calugi

i want thiss on my ass
furples:

Yohji Yamamoto, BeautyAW12
snowce:

Egon Schiele, Girl in a plaid shirt (Mädchen in karierter Bluse), 1911
ellsworthsmelly:

tooombz:

Felix Gonzalez-TorresUntitled (Perfect Lovers) 1991. Clocks, paint on wall.
Untitled (Perfect Lovers) consists of two clocks, which start in synchronisation, and slowly, inevitably fall out of time due to the failure of the batteries and the nature of the mechanism. In a moving comment on his personal experiences, the piece refers to Gonzalez-Torres’ HIV positive partner Ross Laycock, and his slow decline and inevitable death due to AIDS. The clocks act as two mechanical heartbeats; representative of two lives destined to fall out of sync, and holds a poignant poetry about personal loss and the temporal nature of life.
“Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us…We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space…we are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”

this is one of my favorite works ever
arthetic:

The Fall
Deniz Hotamisligil