I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.
Russian spy laughing through his execution in Finland during The Winter War, 1939.
Silence is so accurate.
Writing is mostly not letting your doubts overwhelm you.
Jimmy Chen plots the temperaments of famous writers on his subjective scale of arrogance and genius – a delightful concept, though one bound to trigger equally subjective beefs. (For instance: Susan Sontag belongs much lower and further to the right, as does Joan Didion.)
Pair with this more objective, or at least more data-based, visualization of how long it took writers to go from rookie to genius.
Quite uncertain about some of these. Still, an interesting concept.
Tokujin Yoshioka's project 'snow' is a dynamic 15-meter-wide installation. It consists of a scene depicting hundreds of kilograms of light feathers blowing all over
and falling down slowly is meant to remind us of the snow scape of our memories and the beauty of nature which often exceeds our imagination. visitors to the exhibition
experience the feeling of looking at or walking through a snowstorm.
No artist tolerates reality.
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
A story behind each window