Source: francoise-hardy-paris
Currently (and casually) watching
Risky Business
What I’ve learned: Lana’s clothes are beautiful, Tom Cruise is very short (as are his Daisy Dukes), and boys wore shirts that were a size and a half too small.
Dancer Adjusting Her Slipper by Edgar Degas, 1873, The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
(via zeroing)
Source: bluemd
My house is a no judgement zone
- Me: Mama!
- Mom: Haaa?
- Me: What year is it?
- Mom: Twenty-twelve.
Source: ye-ye-ye-ye
Quick design for a typographic magazine masthead.
Source: designseduces
Source: atavus
Karen Carpenter has a beautiful voice, but its angelic nature is tinged with impermanence which makes it sad
Source: chewinggumbums
RA lecture reflection, pre-finals
For the people that want to change the world positively, they must be so frustrated with the degree of indifference from basically the majority of society. I know this because I’m part of the group of people who really just can’t bring themselves to care. And it’s terrible and I wish I were more ambitious, but to do good in this world, and actually better it, seems more like a romantic dream than something worthy of active pursuit.
I don’t know how involved people used to be politically or how often they voiced their opinions, but the common conception is probably that we’ve degenerated, going from aware to blasé-ly ignorant. I admit it, I’m self-centered and interested only in my personal trajectory. And the only emotion I can get out of this is not disappointment in myself but a secondhand emotion of ambivalence towards my lack of concern of how government works, who’s in charge of society, and other issues that really matter, not if I’m going to get a job this summer or making bank in the future.
I don’t know if I can hope that I’ll change and broaden my goals, but I’m just glad there are people out there to make up for the societal illiteracy that plagues many of us.
Tonight at the dock
The light from across delved into the river forming a luminous sound wave zig-zagging parallel to the water’s edge controlled by the breath of the wind whose chill hug perked my skin hair erect so I pulled my jacket around my head and huddled around my friend, enjoying the lulls of their voices that weaved with the light reflected on the Connecticut.





