booksvscigarettes:

In the Mood for Love, Wong Kar Wai

booksvscigarettes:

In the Mood for Love, Wong Kar Wai

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booksvscigarettes:

one day I’d like to learn to paint pysanky

booksvscigarettes:

one day I’d like to learn to paint pysanky

anneyhall:


Portrait of Bill Murray by Rich Pellegrino

anneyhall:

Portrait of Bill Murray by Rich Pellegrino

thingsorganizedneatly:

Carl Kleiner for Ikea. 

thingsorganizedneatly:

Carl Kleiner for Ikea. 

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A Terrible Itch

It’s so easy to get trapped in a downward spiral of obsession and competition with other women.  I say other women loosely but I have more specific meanings, like other other women.  Women that for some romantic link to someone I am romantically linked to, however loosely.  Other goddamn women. I know friends that blame it on the digital times we live in but I disagree.  It’s just even easier now.  It’s a terrible itch to seek every small detail about your ex’s new woman, or your man’s ex girlfriend- or in the most unlucky instance, a mistress.  Nothing good ever comes of this behavior, it only serves to hurt, but it’s that hurt we somehow love.  

I’ve even been disappointed, like really disappointed to go snooping and find out there’s no dirt.  I can usually find some explanation for most of my neurotic tics, even the sadistic varieties, but this, I don’t really understand.  It confounds me because it ammounts to a lot of ill spent time making myself feel bad.  Comparing photos of myself to other girls, looking at every little thing, splitting hairs till I’m comparing split hairs.  I don’t consider myself particularly vain, but when I get these jealous pangs, it seems I am only concerned about outward appearances.  

I know some of my friends suffer this same strange disease- some even going as far as making fake accounts to cyber stalk.  I can never fully fess up to it though, it’s just too icky, too dark a portion of my psyche.  Some people laugh it off and embrace this weird behavior but I just can’t.  For me- it comes from too dark a place: hate.  Hate for other girls, other women actually, not girls.  Women I would probably embrace and care for if I met them as a friend.  And even more- hate for myself, a hate that sometimes gets really strong, to the point I feel it could just take over, given enough fuel. 

theatlantic:

An Artistic Comparison of Paris and New York

As polar opposite as Paris and New York may seem at times, it’s hard to love one city and hate the other. Each is complex in its offerings, diverse in its appeal, and the debate over which city is supreme evidently warrants its own blog. Vahram Muratyan is the author and artist behind Paris versus New York: A Tally of Two Cities, a blog that pits the pride and joy of both cities against each other in a magnificent series of minimalist prints. Through colorful graphics that border on 8-bit simplicity, Paris and New York come head to head, making it harder than ever to choose which city does it best. Read more.
[Image: Vahram Muratyan]

theatlantic:

An Artistic Comparison of Paris and New York

As polar opposite as Paris and New York may seem at times, it’s hard to love one city and hate the other. Each is complex in its offerings, diverse in its appeal, and the debate over which city is supreme evidently warrants its own blog. Vahram Muratyan is the author and artist behind Paris versus New York: A Tally of Two Cities, a blog that pits the pride and joy of both cities against each other in a magnificent series of minimalist prints. Through colorful graphics that border on 8-bit simplicity, Paris and New York come head to head, making it harder than ever to choose which city does it best. Read more.

[Image: Vahram Muratyan]

theatlantic:

A View of Detroit As Captured Beneath a Photographer’s Dangling Feet

Detroit-based photographer Dennis Maitland has conceived of a new way to see the city, turning the experience of the skyscraper up on its head. In a series called “Life on the Edge,” Maitland climbs atop some of the highest perches in his hometown, dangles his feet precariously over the edge, focuses his lens downwards, and snaps a photo that is sure to induce perspiration. Maitland not only documents his personal overcoming of a fear of heights, but he captures views of Detroit that elevate city streets from their quotidian designation and paint a new image of our built environment. See more.
[Image: Dennis Maitland]

theatlantic:

A View of Detroit As Captured Beneath a Photographer’s Dangling Feet

Detroit-based photographer Dennis Maitland has conceived of a new way to see the city, turning the experience of the skyscraper up on its head. In a series called “Life on the Edge,” Maitland climbs atop some of the highest perches in his hometown, dangles his feet precariously over the edge, focuses his lens downwards, and snaps a photo that is sure to induce perspiration. Maitland not only documents his personal overcoming of a fear of heights, but he captures views of Detroit that elevate city streets from their quotidian designation and paint a new image of our built environment. See more.

[Image: Dennis Maitland]

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