and now its december.
Using all kinds of materials, including trees, flowers, candles, sand, and ice, London-based artist Anya Gallaccio creates site-specific artworks that explore the ephemerality of nature.
In particular, Red on Green is a stunning display of 10,000 fresh roses that were arranged within a gallery space. Gallaccio pulled the heads off of the roses and arranged them into a tightly packed rectangle.
I’m not the only one
Karen Elson by Alexi Lubomirski for UK Harper’s Bazaar May 2013
flowers are my current obsession
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
Elizabeth Taylor (via quotestuff)
What he overheard was horrible. What he turned it into? Stunning.
Textures play and contrast with one another: the fluffy ostrich feather against the metal chain of the hat, and the shiny metal plate against the soft facial stubble of the man.
Rembrandt creates an intimate portrait despite the seriousness of the costume.
An Old Man in Military Costume, about 1630-1631, Rembrandt van Rijn. J. Paul Getty Museum.
I don’t know why but this portrait is hysterically funny to me right now
'artefact' by cécile bortoletti for encens magazine, fall 2013.
Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself, through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and snuffles, romance only sighs.
The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood
The word surreal/the term surrealism is applied too liberally. Read some breton people.
Other Side by Chiharu Shiota
A fascinating thread installation with five doors in which it must feel like you’re in a huge spiderweb. It deals with the boundaries between the worlds, which are symbolized by the installed doors and windows.
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Deborah Turbeville was born in Massachusetts. She would spend summers in Ogunquit, Maine surrounded by the sublime. This heavily influenced her photos. The ghost-like quality of her photographs are the results of high-grade films, the grainier the better. She described her photography style as having a lot of mistakes, but she ended up finding beauty in the mistakes so she started incorporating them into her work, for which she became famous (x).
Her series of photographs feature femme fatales and capture the cinematic style of the 1920’s - a moment frozen in time. The ambiance of her photos are eerie and poetic. The blurred faces and strange locations in her photographs create an enigma. From decaying Haute Couture gowns in dark forests, abandoned houses, gardens of evil, and her most famous series of women in a bathhouse, the psychological thrill of her photography will leave you frightfully enchanted.
Yesterday, Deborah Turbeville passed away. She died after and eight-month battle with lung cancer. The melodic music of Rachmaninoff was playing on her iPod when she passed away (x). She was 76 years old. She will be forever known for her tarnished photography style and capturing the ghastly essence of both fashion and life. She has worked very closely with brands such as Valentino and magazines such as Vogue. Her photographs seem cold, and dark yet each one tells a never-ending story. Her spirit will live forever on and continue to inspire others. RIP.