Missing people sucks.
Lüving it.
Jill Krementz (American, Born 1940).
Andy Warhol and Alfred Hitchcock, 1974.
Gelatin silver print. Signed, titled, and bearing artist’s stamp en verso.
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I never knew they met! O.O
OK, let’s organise this.
Thursday — buy batteries, say goodbye to gli italiani, buy batteries, day with parents, wicked Woolf.
Friday — Ikea with Maria. Maybe do something with Alex.
Saturday — Lauren & Maria @ Phoenix park. Get back and chill with Megan w/ wine & pizza.
Sunday — derp derp. No idear. Go back to Clare (?) unless there’s a house viewing.
(Source: blazeberg, via biebers-butthole)
(via allisonelisabeta)
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Baden verboten (No Swimming), 1906. Dir. Johann Schwarzer.
(via mizenscen)
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(via asian-photoblog)
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Every now and then you meet
Someone who just ticks each
Box. You can’t outwardly explain it but it’s there. Lo and behold, all the boxes are ticked. There’s always a catch though, isn’t there. Like time. I’m happy to leave it as 1 month of great times and not be sorrowful for the non-existing reality. I’m ready to keep moving forward. I just want to travel and meet the people who tick the boxes. The people who make me realise a new way of seeing.
Kimchi is nummy
