June 9, 2013

likeafieldmouse:

Antoine D’Agata - Ice (published 2012)

“…Pictures and texts in a disturbing testimony, showing the commitment of a photographer documenting drug-generated fictions…until he loses control.

In December 2007, Antoine D’Agata arrived in Phnom Penh and fell in love with Ka, a Vietnamese prostitute and drug dealer. In January 2008, they began to share a small and dirty flat downtown. Here started the oblivion.

Addiction to methamphetamines took over the photographic work and the frontiers between fiction and reality started to melt. This is where Ice came from. The horror that permeates the pages is not so much the ‘journey to the end of the night’ of a photographer as it is the violent filth and hypocrisy of a system that grinds the flesh of those who were refused speech.” 

June 9, 2013

(via theabsolution)

June 9, 2013
"Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you."

Carl Jung (via arpeggia)

(Source: likeafieldmouse, via arpeggia)

May 29, 2013
arpeggia:

Minor White - Movement Studies Number 56, 1949

arpeggia:

Minor White - Movement Studies Number 56, 1949

November 23, 2012
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity."

— Edvard Munch (via phytos)

(Source: blue-voids)

November 22, 2012
uutpoetry:

[He’d rather not share…]

virulent_tuber:

He’d rather not share
his oxygen supply
but if he must,
he’d better be
crawling into your
torso every night.
Little boy unable to sleep
without a call home,
those are your sheets,
your dark,
your water,
your contaminants.
Funny story: his discomfort
with your presence, intrinsic,
hemispherically speaking.
Inadequate; for the billions
of us, this Earth. Celestial,
find him when ecliptic orbits align
and he’ll rip the flesh from your face
when the moon is full.

uutpoetry:

[He’d rather not share…]

virulent_tuber:

He’d rather not share
his oxygen supply
but if he must,
he’d better be
crawling into your
torso every night.
Little boy unable to sleep
without a call home,
those are your sheets,
your dark,
your water,
your contaminants.
Funny story: his discomfort
with your presence, intrinsic,
hemispherically speaking.
Inadequate; for the billions
of us, this Earth. Celestial,
find him when ecliptic orbits align
and he’ll rip the flesh from your face
when the moon is full.

November 21, 2012
visual-poetry:

“time is running out” by anatol knotek

visual-poetry:

“time is running out” by anatol knotek

(via blue-voids)

November 21, 2012

cosascool:

Sander Wassink

November 20, 2012

likeafieldmouse:

Chiharu Shiota - Stairway (2012)

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

November 17, 2012

(via uutpoetry)

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