I LOVE Sephora! … That’s how we became friends! — Overheard in Park Slope
fuk p.e. brah
(Source: artrich, via babytitty)
(Source: house-of-romanov, via mrorange1)
Directed by Jean-Luc Godard, Peter Greenaway, and Edgar Pêra
Tamara at the Rain Room @MoMA
Tamara at the bus stop (at crown heights)
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse
The demand for lucidity forgets the ruses that motor the ostensibly “clear” view. Avital Ronell recalls the moment in which Nixon looked into the eyes of the nation and said, “let me make one thing perfectly clear” and then proceeded to lie. What travels under the sign of “clarity,” and what would be the price of failing to deploy a certain critical suspicion when the arrival of lucidity is announced? Who devises the protocols of “clarity” and whose interests do they serve? What is foreclosed by the insistence on parochial standards of transparency as requisite for all communication? What does “transparency” keep obscure? — Judith Butler in the 1999 Preface to Gender Trouble, taken from the Routledge Classics publication on p. xxi (via yourharbour)
I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved. — Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or, trans. Alastair Hannay (via proustitute)
“This body is not supple for the sake of suppleness, a mere demonstration of flexibility. It is a responsive body which works with economy and precision to a purposeful end. It strikes up a tense relationship with matter – a kind of precarious dominance – which, because it is meaningful, is also in a real sense beautiful. Keaton, poised in the rigging of a ship, a spyglass to his eye, tells his whole story: that foot is going to slip, the telescope is going to show him nothing; but in the present balance there is such grace, courage and ingenuity that you know the man to be indomitable.”
—-Walter Kerr, Harpers Bazaar, May 1952
Apollo, the god of light, of reason, of proportion, harmony, number—Apollo blinds those who press too close in worship. Don’t look straight at the sun. Go into a dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysios, every now and then.
I talk about gods; I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie. Psychologically defined, a symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor.” — Ursula K. Le Guin, “Introduction,” The Left Hand of Darkness, 1976