lusidar:

Persistent pyramids by Anatoly Zenkov

lusidar:

Persistent pyramids by Anatoly Zenkov




"I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
of clothing
or only our skin–
all I really want is to wake up
not knowing
where I end and you begin."
Beau Taplin, "A Goodnight" (via mediocremediocrity)


"

Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.

But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.

"
— Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via notebookings)


theblacklacedandy:

sirensongfashion:

Michael Cinco Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2013/2014 at Fashion Forward, Dubai

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euo:

Gustav Klimt 

euo:

Gustav Klimt