We Are All In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At The Stars
We Are All In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At The Stars
A wee reminder to myself
Some Noir never hurt
Finally, a respite from the suffocating grayness of days
Healing nicely
Morning all.
Photograph by Frank Martin. Charles Tumbridge riding through Kensal Rise, West London with his dog Susie in her sidecar kennel, 1962.
Scottish Opera offers hugely discounted tickets to people under the age of 26. In fact most of the theatres here do, usually for around Β£10. Which means you could see a whole live show for less than the cost of a ticket to one of Timothee Chalametβs films. Just saying.
Bushwick Brooklyn
Unknown Pleasures
Marion Avenue
Peoples Republic Of The Bronx
Wednesday
Final product π₯β€οΈ
but look at her
big as the whole damn building
painted higher than the landlords
higher than the cops
higher than the shame
finding god
in round black prayers
The sky learns the shape of birds but forgets the sound of childrenβs laughter
War teaches clouds to fall
Progress
Stay tunedβ¦
Morning all.
Photograph by Harry Gruyaert, Ireland, County Kerry, 1983.
BOARD of Peace?
More like BORED of Peace..
Unknown Pleasures
The calm of this frame isnβt innocence but rather anesthesia. Weβve learned to live inside the soft glow of normal days while catastrophe scrolls past our peripheral vision, the mood of a system that teaches us to feel without changing.
This is 40 years old today, jaysusss
The soul is the ancestral animals. The body is their knowledge
-Austin Osman Spare
Good morning from NYC
Literal snowflakes
I think itβs basically non-stop.
Out of his ass and mouth
If he shits his pants on live TV, let me know
Why would anyone watch the State of The Union?
You know exactly what nonsense he will spout.
Read a book.
Watch Criterion.
Put on vinyl.
Hug your dog.
I donβt even want to know but how I have a morbid curiosity
Huh? Literally never heard of it