fantasmicorange:

movementsofthesoul:

In the 1950s, Swiss photographer Robert Frank snapped a photo of a Miami Beach elevator girl gazing upward, lost in thought, which was included in his 1958 photographic road-trip journal “The Americans.”
In the book’s introduction, Jack Kerouac wondered about her, writing, “That little ole lonely elevator girl looking up sighing in an elevator full of blurred demons, what’s her name & address?”
Kerouac never found out, because Sharon Collins only recognized herself as the girl in the photo [12] years ago, when “The Americans” was being exhibited in San Francisco. [She stated,] “I stood in front of this particular photograph for probably a full five minutes, not knowing why I was staring at it. And then it really dawned on me that the girl in the picture was me.”

This makes me think of the following line from On the Road:
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”

fantasmicorange:

movementsofthesoul:

In the 1950s, Swiss photographer Robert Frank snapped a photo of a Miami Beach elevator girl gazing upward, lost in thought, which was included in his 1958 photographic road-trip journal “The Americans.”

In the book’s introduction, Jack Kerouac wondered about her, writing, “That little ole lonely elevator girl looking up sighing in an elevator full of blurred demons, what’s her name & address?”

Kerouac never found out, because Sharon Collins only recognized herself as the girl in the photo [12] years ago, when “The Americans” was being exhibited in San Francisco. [She stated,] “I stood in front of this particular photograph for probably a full five minutes, not knowing why I was staring at it. And then it really dawned on me that the girl in the picture was me.”

This makes me think of the following line from On the Road:

“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”

le0x:

En estas condiciones, creo sinceramente que lo mejor es tragarse una cápsula de dinamita y encender,con toda tranquilidad, un cigarrillo.”—Girondo Oliverio / Espantapajaros VI (fragmento)

laurelrusswurm:

The Moon
In 1853-54 John Adams Whipple made this incredible daguerreotype. 
Over time even the best photographs have been known to fade, and this is no exception. 
I’ve taken the liberty of digitally restoring the image to how I think it looked one hundred and fifty nine years ago.  I’ve eliminated a scratch and other marks I believe to be post printing damage; I’ve darkened the blacks to match the india ink touch ups presumably made by John Adams Whipple back in the day.

laurelrusswurm:

The Moon

Original Salted paper print ~ MOMAIn 1853-54 John Adams Whipple made this incredible daguerreotype. 

Over time even the best photographs have been known to fade, and this is no exception. 

I’ve taken the liberty of digitally restoring the image to how I think it looked one hundred and fifty nine years ago.  I’ve eliminated a scratch and other marks I believe to be post printing damage; I’ve darkened the blacks to match the india ink touch ups presumably made by John Adams Whipple back in the day.

skyemigirl:

Hi! My full name is Crème Anglaise but my friends call me Custard! I’m the little Westie loving life in the big English countryside. Here I am fast asleep with my bunny! I had just moved into my new home!

skyemigirl:

Hi! My full name is Crème Anglaise but my friends call me Custard! I’m the little Westie loving life in the big English countryside. Here I am fast asleep with my bunny! I had just moved into my new home!

juxtaposedreams:

“If only I could see.You turn yourself to meAnd recognise the poison in my heart.There is no other place,No one else i face,Remedy, we’ll agree, is how i feel..”

juxtaposedreams:

“If only I could see.
You turn yourself to me
And recognise the poison in my heart.
There is no other place,
No one else i face,
Remedy, we’ll agree, is how i feel..”

sign5l:

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Portishead
Third |wallpaper (1920x1080)

sign5l:

000234.

Portishead

Third |wallpaper (1920x1080)

Cuando la vida es demasiado humana -¡únicamente humana!- el mecanismo de pensar ¿no resulta una enfermedad más larga y más aburrida que cualquier otra?

Girondo Oliverio / Espantapájaros, 16 (fragmento)
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