Orawan Cassidy

I just happen to be an introvert who enjoys the existence of imperfection.

stopdropandvogue:

Details of an Alexander McQueen ivy-leaf hand ornament and a moss-green embroidered Valentino dress featured in “Call of the Wild" for Vogue September 2014 photographed by Mikael Jansson

stopdropandvogue:

Details of an Alexander McQueen ivy-leaf hand ornament and a moss-green embroidered Valentino dress featured in “Call of the Wild" for Vogue September 2014 photographed by Mikael Jansson

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“"How all that is brought in and transformed and put before you, how one theme is led up to and another left behind, taken apart; yet in the process something new is getting ready, so that there is no empty or feeble passage; how flexibly the rhythm changes, a climax approaches, takes in tributaries from all sides, swell like a rising torrent, bursts out in roaring triumph, triumph itself, triumph ‘in and all itself’ — I do not like to call it beautiful, the word ‘beauty’ has always been half offensive to me, it has such a silly face, and people feel wanton and corrupt when they say it. But it is good, good in the extreme, it could not be better, perhaps it ought not to be better…"—Thomas Mann, Doctor Faustus”

"Yes, that’s how it was: this arrogance was the chief motive of the fearful love which all my life I cherished for him in my heart." Thomas Mann, Doctor Faustus

antiquatedremains:

Like Veins © S.Wilson - 2013

antiquatedremains:

Like Veins © S.Wilson - 2013

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solituderecifetoile:

Edvard Munch 

solituderecifetoile:

Edvard Munch 

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nataliakoptseva:

Hunter / Andrew Wyeth, 1943

nataliakoptseva:

Hunter / Andrew Wyeth, 1943

jeannepompadour:

Jane, Countess of Harrington by Joshua Reynolds, 1778

jeannepompadour:

Jane, Countess of Harrington by Joshua Reynolds, 1778

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artsandcrafts28:

Marc Burckhardt
"Gilded"

artsandcrafts28:

Marc Burckhardt

"Gilded"

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apoetreflects:

A volume of Byron’s poems lay before him on the table. He opened it cautiously with his left hand lest he should waken the child and began to read the first poem in the book:

Hushed are the winds and still the evening gloom,
Not e’en a Zephyr wanders through the grove,
Whilst I return to…

And I wish we were old
and in front of a grand painting,
a picture or postcard of
Picasso’s “Guernica” perhaps.
It would be then that I would tell you
Picasso once said that it took him his entire life
to learn how to paint like a child.

It would be through these words
that would make you understand
the same clarity that pooled over me
on that ledge those years before
when as a young man I extended
like direction, like timbre itself
for a dying song that echoed your name.

—   Gabriel Gomez, closing two strophes to “Timbre,” from The Outer Bands (University of Notre Dame Press, 2007)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via apoetreflects)