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Antonina “Tonya” Vasylchenko (Ukraine) @ IMG


Masquerade on We Heart It.


Jessica Lange & Sam Shepard + dancing

Chemistry with a capital C

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

Albert Einstein (via misswallflower)

Henry James said, “To live is such an art…”

If, from my vantage point now, I could tell my 22-year-old self what I now believe is the most important thing in life (and one I didn’t embrace fully at the time because I was young and willful and reckless), it would be—to be present. I would encourage you, with all my heart, just to be present. Be present and open to the moment that is unfolding before you. Because, ultimately, your life is made up of moments. So don’t miss them by being lost in the past or anticipating the future. Don’t be absent from your own life.

You will find that life is not governed by will or intention. It is ultimately the collection of these sense memories stored in our nerves, built up in our cells. Simple things: a certain slant of light coming through a window on a winter’s afternoon, the sound of spring peepers at twilight, the taste of a strawberry still warm from the sun, your child’s laughter, your mother’s voice.

These are the things that shape our lives and settle into the fiber of our beings. Don’t take them for granted. Slow down for them, they will take root. And someday 20-30-40 years from now, you may be going about your day when by chance the smell of bread baking or the sound of a mockingbird singing will stop you in your tracks and carry you heart and soul back to yourself. Moments of pure happiness, bliss—if you feel comfortable using that word—come upon you unexpectedly. Don’t be too preoccupied to experience them.

We need to slow it all down. I wonder sometimes why we can’t just sit and do nothing. Why can’t we enjoy idleness—the art of doing nothing. Perhaps it’s not in our cultural DNA. We are goal oriented, result driven. Success is measured in how much we can get done.

We seem to have no time for stillness. What is this desperate need we have to fill the emptiness with iPods, Blackberries, cell phones, computers, video games, and television? Perhaps we should ask ourselves, how do we really understand pleasure and happiness? The Tibetan Buddhists have a saying, “Tomorrow or the next life—which comes first, we never know.”

So I encourage you—don’t keep anticipating that your life is up ahead of you. Don’t always be waiting for the next thing. Don’t put all your energies into some idea of the future. And with that in mind, you open the door to endless possibilities. Just allow life to take you on an adventure. Be receptive to the winds of change.

Jessica Lange


Zhang Xiangxi

“A series of hollowed-out television sets frame beguiling scenes imagined in Xiangxi’s works, begun while studying sculpture at the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Art.

Situated in a small creative community in Hei Qiao Cun on the northeastern edge of the city, his studio is littered with second-hand appliances like washing machines, which become the sites of miniature worlds inspired by locations such as his old workspace in Guangzhou, the workers’ dormitory he once lived in, his parent’s sitting room, the interior of a train carriage—even his dream home. They are replicas rendered faithfully, but playfully, often using the cement, brick, glass, stone or paper materials found in their life-sized equivalents.”

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To realize that all your life, all you love, all you hate, all your memory all your pain. It was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. The dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And then like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.

Rust Cohle True Detective (via thatsirencall)


William Kentridge, General, 1993, published 1998

From MoMA:

Kentridge made General at a time of escalating violence, a year before South Africa’s first democratic election, in which a newly freed Nelson Mandela was elected president. The work was created as a black-and-white engraving; this unusual color version was printed on a sheet that the artist first painted in watercolor.


William Kentridge in his studio, Johannesburg, 2003. Photographed by Anne McIlleron


Resin stacking rings by daimblond


Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder at The Golden Globe awards 1991