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chadmsirois:

Pierrot et le Chat, Théophile Alexandre Steinlen, 1859-1923

chadmsirois:

Pierrot et le Chat, Théophile Alexandre Steinlen, 1859-1923

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— 4 months ago with 260 notes

definitelydope:

By Alexandra Sophie

Jardin fleuris is a series representing the different ages of a woman. The first picture is called Virgin Soil, the second is called Mûres which means both “blackberries” and “mature” representing puberty and first periods, the third picture is called Broken Eggs. Broken eggs represent the loss of virginity in arts. The fourth photo is called Blossom in the Garden and represents a mother with her inner fertile garden.

  1. Virgin Soil
  2. Mûres
  3. Broken Eggs
  4. Blossom In The Garden
  5. Orchids
  6. Empty Nest
  7. Growing Seed
  8. Blooming Garden
  9. Sea/Mother Of Milk

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— 4 months ago with 53610 notes

Andy Goldsworthy works with nature only and creates so-called land art. His works are vulnerable and transient. For his ephermal works, Goldsworthy often uses only his bare hands, teeth and found tools to prepare and arrange the materials. 

Andy Goldsworthy works with nature only and creates so-called land art. His works are vulnerable and transient. For his ephermal works, Goldsworthy often uses only his bare hands, teeth and found tools to prepare and arrange the materials. 

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the-mountains-are-calling:

with-her-eyes-of-blue:

jonyorkblog:

Conrad Jon Godlysol H, 2012

this is the only time oil paint should ever be that thick on a canvas 

stunning

the-mountains-are-calling:

with-her-eyes-of-blue:

jonyorkblog:

Conrad Jon Godly
sol H, 2012

this is the only time oil paint should ever be that thick on a canvas 

stunning

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littlevagrancies:

vanillapilifera:

Warm Coconut Milk with Hazelnuts, Honey, & Bourbon | The Gouda LifeYUMMY!!


Holy shit doin’it

littlevagrancies:

vanillapilifera:

Warm Coconut Milk with Hazelnuts, Honey, & Bourbon | The Gouda Life

YUMMY!!

Holy shit doin’it

— 4 months ago with 731 notes
eatsleepdraw:

hey follow me! joellensmith.tumblr.com

eatsleepdraw:

hey follow me! joellensmith.tumblr.com

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— 5 months ago with 1202 notes

thalamtnafsee:

heroincest:

my friend and i had to break a social norm for our sociology class so we drove around and catcalled boys (and one male teacher omfg) and they all looked so alarmed and confused and like they thought we were straight up crazy it was priceless and it rlly highlighted the fact that women just expect to be harassed when walking down the street whereas guys are just completely taken aback by it

this is a really important thing for people to understand

my friend and I were doing this the other day. start getting used to it boys.

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— 5 months ago with 126185 notes
noiseymusic:

Lou Reed: No Epitaphs 
Heaven didn’t just get another angel and heaven’s band didn’t just get another member because heaven isn’t real and Lou Reed was no angel and even if heaven was real and God was willing to overlook Lou Reed’s various and sundry transgressions, there’s no way Reed would be caught dead playing with all the squares that currently make up Heaven’s shitty jamboree.
It’s hard to write about Lou Reed without descending into a Clint Eastwood-ian jeremiad about the softness of our culture. Of course our culture isn’t soft, and things weren’t better back then; that’s the ahistorical sentimentality that Reed, willful misunderstandings of “Sweet Jane” and “Rock and Roll” aside, rarely subscribed to, but it is hard to imagine someone as contentious, disagreeable, and downright ornery as Lou Reed coming up today. Of course, without him, who knows how prissy pop culture would be right now…so maybe he would still arrive to (eventually, over the course of years and years, one influence after another) blow it all up, make degradation beautiful, pick a fight with whoever the Lester Bangs would be in this hypothetical Velvet Underground-less world, where every white chump would still have long hair and sunglasses would be worn exclusively outside, on sunny days.
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noiseymusic:

Lou Reed: No Epitaphs 

Heaven didn’t just get another angel and heaven’s band didn’t just get another member because heaven isn’t real and Lou Reed was no angel and even if heaven was real and God was willing to overlook Lou Reed’s various and sundry transgressions, there’s no way Reed would be caught dead playing with all the squares that currently make up Heaven’s shitty jamboree.

It’s hard to write about Lou Reed without descending into a Clint Eastwood-ian jeremiad about the softness of our culture. Of course our culture isn’t soft, and things weren’t better back then; that’s the ahistorical sentimentality that Reed, willful misunderstandings of “Sweet Jane” and “Rock and Roll” aside, rarely subscribed to, but it is hard to imagine someone as contentious, disagreeable, and downright ornery as Lou Reed coming up today. Of course, without him, who knows how prissy pop culture would be right now…so maybe he would still arrive to (eventually, over the course of years and years, one influence after another) blow it all up, make degradation beautiful, pick a fight with whoever the Lester Bangs would be in this hypothetical Velvet Underground-less world, where every white chump would still have long hair and sunglasses would be worn exclusively outside, on sunny days.

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— 5 months ago with 550 notes