Rabolas's Blog: at sixes and sevens, page 16

art-mysecondname: La mia pittura è in realtà un esame di coscienza e un tentativo di comprendere...

theraelslimshady:“Nostalghia” (1983) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

theraelslimshady:

“Nostalghia” (1983) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

decembersoul: Ultra-Short Versions of Classic Books For Lazy...

decembersoul:

Ultra-Short Versions of Classic Books For Lazy People

"Gentle, polite, complaisant, even passive, and yet never conquered by anyone or anything, beautiful..."

“Gentle, polite, complaisant, even passive, and yet never conquered by anyone or anything, beautiful surely but virtually inaccessible,”

- Albert Camus, from “The First Man,” originally published c. March 1994
(via violentwavesofemotion)

zdmotion: SOMETHING Camera has to be always stable.At low speeds...

zdmotion:

SOMETHING

Camera has to be always stable.
At low speeds use tripod.
Especially in night shots.
These guidelines make ask
- What if you do not comply?
It sets off the challenge of experiencing,
results may surprise.
The important thing is to have fun.

~zd

zdspOtted the other zdmOtiOn blog
zdspOtted a new look on the photography
zdspOtted experimental photography.blog

"I am simply fed up with winter."

“I am simply fed up with winter.”

- Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. April 1962 (via violentwavesofemotion)

pgfone: E niente… È tornato il sole

lastnightsreading: Leïla Slimani at Shakespeare and Co, 1/14/19

lastnightsreading:

Leïla Slimani at Shakespeare and Co, 1/14/19

"An income sufficient for food and drink, a roof over my head, and a little free time in which to..."

“An income sufficient for food and drink, a roof over my head, and a little free time in which to dream and write, to sleep – what more can I ask of the Gods or expect from Destiny?”

- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via theclassicsreader)

"Girerò per le strade finché non sarò stanca morta saprò vivere sola e fissare negli occhi ogni volto..."

“Girerò per le strade finché non sarò stanca morta
saprò vivere sola e fissare negli occhi
ogni volto che passa e restare la stessa.
Questo fresco che sale a cercarmi le vene
è un risveglio che mai nel mattino ho provato
così vero: soltanto, mi sento più forte
che il mio corpo, e un tremore più freddo
accompagna il mattino.
Son lontani i mattini che avevo vent’anni.
E domani, ventuno: domani uscirò per le strade,
ne ricordo ogni sasso e le striscie di cielo.
Da domani la gente riprende a vedermi
e sarò r...