sick pic of us killin it
when will tumblr stop romanticising me being forced out into the fukinf freezing cold for 45 mins to take pics of my dear pals kissing by a vacuum cleaner shop this is unacceptable behaviour #end3rdwheelphotography2k14
you come into my house, you disrespect my aesthetic
arthur kleinjan, paris looks. 1999-2001
Between 1999 and 2001, the artist spent hours perched in a balcony above the Sacré Coeur church in Paris, watching the people below. As tourists struck poses for souvenir snapshots, he would take a second photograph from behind.
“Sometimes it takes a few seconds for their friends to get the camera ready, and they suddenly don’t know what to do with their bodies. They ask themselves, what leg do I stand on? A bag, or a bottle of water should be out of the image, so they keep it behind their back. They design themselves into what they think is a nice picture … I wanted to show the moment of alteration, as the tourists transform themselves into an image. They seem very self-conscious about the way they look. Vulnerability is revealed. Their discomfort with their own body, as they stand there, is isolated in time and space, waiting to become a future memory.” (x)
shorts around my ankles. six stories high. your hands dug into my hips and I’m trying not to open my eyes.
i took this photo with a disposable camera.
^ The camera almost never matters. An amazing vision for the image matters.
(Fuente: shitfilm, vía artvevo)
"If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?"
This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?
(Fuente: navinkoke, vía artvevo)