Roosevelt Hotel . Hollywood, CA.
[ Rollei Retro 400 B&W Single Use Camera ]
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes,
tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom,
characters we have climbed into as if trees,
fears we have hidden in as if caves.
I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead.
I believe in such cartography--to be marked by nature,
not just to label ourselves on a map like the
names of rich men and women on buildings.
We are communal histories, communal books.
We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.
-Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
Roosevelt Hotel . Hollywood, CA.
[ Rollei Retro 400 B&W Single Use Camera ]
i-D, Summer 2013, Soo Joo Park By Mari Sarai “Rip it, tear it, stitch it, wear it”
I painted some rooftops of Paris to post to someone.
(via someforeignletters)
(Source: ubercuteness, via someforeignletters)
Hunter S. Thompson
Waves (detail).
(via villenoire)
Daehyun Kim
A “drugstore cowboy” preparing to deliver orders on his bicycle in Texas, 1938.
Photograph by Luis Marden, National Geographic
(via villenoire)
End of a party London 1954
Photo: Thurston Hopkins
“Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.”
Henry Miller, 1950.
This is what terrifies me about the ocean.
the few times I’ve gone snorkelling this is the most intensely scary but amazing thing about it, the bit where the reef ends and it suddenly just drops off and you cant see the bottom or what’s down there, and you swim over the edge and suddenly your in open water, and you feel so vulnerable like you’re a fish that lives on the reef, and you finally understand finding nemo
you finally understand finding nemo
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Freedom // Anthony Hamilton & Elayna Boynton
Montmartre Paris 1957
Photo: Inge Morath