Andy Warhol Behind Projections Upstairs at The Dom Polski, Velvet Underground Concert, 1966
Fred W. McDarrah

Picasso giving a drawing lesson Cannes France 1957
Photo: Rene Burri 
I swear I’m okay. I’m just tired. And no, not just the kind of tired where I’ve had a long day, but the kind of tired where I slept for 7 hours last night, and yet, I feel as though I haven’t had a good night’s rest in months. The kind of tired where taking a deep breath feels like carrying twice my body weight. The kind of tired where I feel as though I’ve been searching for you as if you were the last piece of buried treasure on this earth. The kind of tired that I fear no amount of sleep can ever cure.

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Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.

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Jean-Luc Godard and Stéphane Audran in Présentation ou Charlotte et son steak, 1960, by Eric Rohmer.

Werner Bischof. Tokyo. Picasso exhibition. 1951

skylights column by Garry Ing on Flickr.


Photographic Institute for the Research Commission on High Voltage, Initial Stages of Lightening.( Enlarged Excerpt from Documentation Film Reel), (1955)
I can’t want you anymore. It’s killing me.

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I dont understand how someone can be so addictive

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