the morning after the hurricane 17-10-1987
Genderfluidity: When you can be your own Valentine’s, either way.
Cecil Beaton. “Paula Gellibrand, the Marquesa de Casa Maury”. 1928. London, England, UK. (Paula Gellibrand).
Photographer Marianne Kjølner snapped this pair of photographs of a bizarre tree in Denmark. Of the photo she says: “This old pink house is situated at the old dunes, a few hundred meters from the west coast, a very windy place were there isn’t much that can grow. So the tree can only grow where it has shelter.”
Martin Parr. “Common Sense: Untitled (Woman’s Hand with Cigarette)”. 1997. Benidorm, Spain.
"This is my first cabbage! You know, a lot of times they’re kind of soft, but this one is sold! It’s going to be good eatin’!"
"What are you going to make with it?"
"Well, this one I’m giving to my parents. You have to give the first one away or you just spoil the whole spirit of gardening."
omg she’s adorable
Andreas Gursky. “Pyongyang IV”. 2007. Pyongyang, North Korea.
Mary Ellen Mark. “Twins: Walter and David Oliver, 65 years old, Walter older by 8 minutes, Twins Days Festival (Mary Ellen: Walter has bigger ears? Walter Oliver: I do. David Oliver: Do you know why he’s got bigger ears? He was playing with them when he was a little kid. He used to fondle his ears all the time! Mary Ellen: Why don’t you think you married? David Oliver: Because girls have ignored us. Walter Oliver: More or less. David Oliver: More or less, they’ve ignored us all our life. We weren’t together always. I went to college for three years, and I dated four-five-six girls, but none of them were interested in me at all—even in 1960. And 1960 was the last year I dated a girl. Mary Ellen: You haven’t dated a girl since 1960? David Oliver: No. Maybe in ‘63, one. Mary Ellen: And how about you, Walter? Walter Oliver: Zero.)”. 2001. Twinsburg, OH, USA.
Jacques Henri Lartigue. “Losers at the races at Auteuil”. 1911. Paris, France.
"I was going to one of my first exams, and suddenly there was a bombing. In downtown Damascus! I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t think this was possible. Windows were broken everywhere, and there were people on the ground, and the sounds of ambulances. Then over the next few weeks, everything changed. The taxis in the streets were replaced by tanks. You no longer knew who was your friend and who was your enemy. Suddenly you could be killed, and nobody would ask why. Before war, you have rights. People will ask why you were killed. When war comes, nobody asks why you were killed anymore." (Erbil, Iraq)