Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.
‘Bunny bun I’m in the photolab come fetch me if the mood or a rock should strike you’ reads the inscription below the photograph. Given as a gift to her boyfriend, this may have been a private message between the two. Woodman would often paste photographs on to paper and in journals as works in progress, surrounded by expressive, personal notes. Her photographs explore issues of gender and self, looking at the representation of the body in relation to its surroundings. She usually puts herself in the frame, although these are not conventional self-portraits, since she is either partially hidden, or concealed by slow exposures that blur her moving figure into a surreal, ghostly presence. This underlying fragility is emphasised by the small and intimate format of the photographs.
Francesca Woodman 1958-1981
A Koala reflecting on his sins, his triumphs, and the inevitability of death.
In very rare circumstances it is possible to see a full 360 degree rainbow from an airplane
This is how our food arrived. Beautiful place. Just need to have a few more hustlers (servers). (at Farzi Cafe)When food becomes an expressive art.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. Claude Monet
“Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.”
—Zadie Smith, from White Teeth (via hiddenshores)