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darkface: bath3 by ~burkinafazo

darkface:

bath3 by ~burkinafazo

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You don’t look as good as your profile pictures, but you don’t look as bad as your tagged pictures.
Twitter / Clayton Cubitt (via claytoncubitt)
kirgiakos: Horst P. Horst “Electric Beauty”

kirgiakos:

Horst P. Horst

“Electric Beauty”

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herekitty: Chloe Sevigny photographed by Inez and Vinoodh

herekitty:

Chloe Sevigny photographed by Inez and Vinoodh

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aelxndr: Berlinde de Bruyckere The Black Horse 2003 “Berlinde De Bruyckere does not pull punches. When many artists of her generation more or less loudly proclaim their emotional detachment, she feels compelled to tackle weighty universals such as loneliness, pain, and death. The fact that few other artists explore this terrain as creatively and successfully explains in part her impressive exhibition history. De Bruyckere is, for example, able to extract unexpected pathos from an accumulation of old blankets placed on top of another object. The dramatic effect results from the contrast between hard and soft matter, from the unexpected reserves of associations tied to worn blankets so evidently fraught with history, and from the way in which gravity tugs at the material, reminding us of how we will all inevitably fall.” (via sculpture.org)

aelxndr:

Berlinde de Bruyckere

The Black Horse

2003

“Berlinde De Bruyckere does not pull punches. When many artists of her generation more or less loudly proclaim their emotional detachment, she feels compelled to tackle weighty universals such as loneliness, pain, and death. The fact that few other artists explore this terrain as creatively and successfully explains in part her impressive exhibition history. De Bruyckere is, for example, able to extract unexpected pathos from an accumulation of old blankets placed on top of another object. The dramatic effect results from the contrast between hard and soft matter, from the unexpected reserves of associations tied to worn blankets so evidently fraught with history, and from the way in which gravity tugs at the material, reminding us of how we will all inevitably fall.” (via sculpture.org)


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fette: Peter Klasen, Les Bruits de la Ville [The Noises of the City], acrylic on canvas, 92 x 73 cm, 1966. Via. See also, What Does J.G. Ballard Look Like?. — (…) boy sleeping on side ; tarantula crawling from sticky pubic hair, climbing up onto whore’s swollen belly, distended abdomen dividing blood over chest ; body of whore shuddering, hands following steps of tarantula around right nipple : “…suck lower man…”; penis, tucked back into hollow of groin, hardening : tarantula brushing against tip of tongue poking between lips ; jissom slopping out of Wazzag’s arse, pushed back, driven out along anal passage by date picker’s member ; Wazzag stifling fit of laughter ; Khamssieh waking : tarantula, alarmed by twitching of muscles, crawling into nostril ; Khamssieh sniffing scent, stifling sneeze, pulling legs together, suppressing shivers of body smeared with cold sweat moistening dried blood, beads of sweat glistening in fresh blood over loins ; nostril swollen with jissom crushing spider ; Wazzag exploding into laughter ; tarantula stinging nostril : venom, flowing with blood, veiling eyes of whore, softening eyelid ; Khamssieh’s hand, weak, crushing tarantula in nostril : venom hardening forehead ; fingernails scraping cold blood around nipples ; pulling dead tarantula, pinching sticky legs, out of nostril, pushing crushed spider between buttocks ; exhausted elbows dropping onto heaps of floor-cloths : penis contracting into shrivelled scrotum ; odour of sodomy wafting through room ; rubbing of jeans, farts : regular in dawn silence (…) Pierre Guyotat, Eden Eden Eden, 1971. Via the always, enlightening, Dennis Cooper.

fette:

Peter Klasen, Les Bruits de la Ville [The Noises of the City], acrylic on canvas, 92 x 73 cm, 1966. Via.

See also, What Does J.G. Ballard Look Like?.

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(…) boy sleeping on side ; tarantula crawling from sticky pubic hair, climbing up onto whore’s swollen belly, distended abdomen dividing blood over chest ; body of whore shuddering, hands following steps of tarantula around right nipple : “…suck lower man…”; penis, tucked back into hollow of groin, hardening : tarantula brushing against tip of tongue poking between lips ; jissom slopping out of Wazzag’s arse, pushed back, driven out along anal passage by date picker’s member ; Wazzag stifling fit of laughter ; Khamssieh waking : tarantula, alarmed by twitching of muscles, crawling into nostril ; Khamssieh sniffing scent, stifling sneeze, pulling legs together, suppressing shivers of body smeared with cold sweat moistening dried blood, beads of sweat glistening in fresh blood over loins ; nostril swollen with jissom crushing spider ; Wazzag exploding into laughter ; tarantula stinging nostril : venom, flowing with blood, veiling eyes of whore, softening eyelid ; Khamssieh’s hand, weak, crushing tarantula in nostril : venom hardening forehead ; fingernails scraping cold blood around nipples ; pulling dead tarantula, pinching sticky legs, out of nostril, pushing crushed spider between buttocks ; exhausted elbows dropping onto heaps of floor-cloths : penis contracting into shrivelled scrotum ; odour of sodomy wafting through room ; rubbing of jeans, farts : regular in dawn silence (…)

Pierre Guyotat, Eden Eden Eden, 1971. Via the always, enlightening, Dennis Cooper.

I’m too careless. I don’t put out enough effort. I’m tired.
Charles Bukowski (via bloodisthenewblackk)

(Source: quote-compendium, via c0untless)

jessiethatcher: Bernard Frize

jessiethatcher:

Bernard Frize


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temoalostemas: Mika Barr, Folding Fabric.

temoalostemas:

Mika Barr, Folding Fabric.

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rhibozoids: massive aggressive paintings x gerry judah

rhibozoids:

massive aggressive paintings x gerry judah

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anais Nin
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munchieshoneypot: bag, baggy, bags

munchieshoneypot:

bag, baggy, bags

lllkml: Charity print auctions - Japan (via sinnen)

lllkml:

Charity print auctions - Japan (via sinnen)

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