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Heaven

zonation:

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Heaven

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ufocottoncandy:

throwbacksongs:

Culture Club - Karma Chameleon

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

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beetleinabox:


Hannah Höch, Imaginäre Brücke [Imaginary bridge] aka Zwei Köpfe [Two Heads], 1926 (collection of the National Gallery of Australia; currently on display at the Art Gallery of New South Wales ).

Jean-François Lyotard writes:

And this is not all, far from it: connected onto these lips, a second mouth is necessary, a third, a great number of other mouths, vulvas, nipples. And adjoining the skin of the fingertips, scraped by the nails, perhaps there should be huge silken beaches of skin, taken from the inside of the thighs, the base of the neck, or from the strings of a guitar. And against the palm, all latticed with nerves, and creased like a yellowed leaf, set potter’s clays, or even hard wooden handles encrusted with jewels, or a steering wheel, or a drifter`s sail are perhaps required. Don’t forget to add to the tongue and all the pieces of the vocal apparatus, all the sounds of which they are capable, and moreover, the whole selective network of sounds, that is, the phonological system, for this too belongs to the libidinal ‘body’, like colours that must be added to retinas, like certain particles to the epidermis, like some particularly favoured smells to the nasal cavities, like preferred words and syntaxes to the mouths which utter them and to the hands which write them…. There is no need to begin with transgression, we must go immediately to the very limits of cruelty, perform the dissection of polymorphous perversion, spread out the immense membrane of the libidinal ‘body’ which is quite different to a frame. It is made from the most heterogeneous textures, bone, epithelium, sheets to write on, charged atmospheres, swords, glass cases, peoples, grasses, canvases to paint. All these zones are joined end to end in a band which has no back to it, a Moebius band which interests us not because it is closed, but because it is one-sided, a Moebian skin which, rather than being smooth, is on the contrary (is this topologically possible?) covered with roughness, corners, creases, cavities which when it passes on the ‘first’ turn will be cavities, but perhaps on the ‘second’, lumps. But as for what tum the band is on, no-one knows nor will know, in the eternal turn. The interminable band with variable geometry (for nothing requires that an excavation remain concave, besides, it is inevitably convex on the ‘second’ turn, provided it lasts) has not got two sides, but only one, and therefore neither exterior nor interior.

beetleinabox:

Hannah Höch, Imaginäre Brücke [Imaginary bridge] aka Zwei Köpfe [Two Heads], 1926 (collection of the National Gallery of Australia; currently on display at the Art Gallery of New South Wales ).

Jean-François Lyotard writes:

And this is not all, far from it: connected onto these lips, a second mouth is necessary, a third, a great number of other mouths, vulvas, nipples. And adjoining the skin of the fingertips, scraped by the nails, perhaps there should be huge silken beaches of skin, taken from the inside of the thighs, the base of the neck, or from the strings of a guitar. And against the palm, all latticed with nerves, and creased like a yellowed leaf, set potter’s clays, or even hard wooden handles encrusted with jewels, or a steering wheel, or a drifter`s sail are perhaps required. Don’t forget to add to the tongue and all the pieces of the vocal apparatus, all the sounds of which they are capable, and moreover, the whole selective network of sounds, that is, the phonological system, for this too belongs to the libidinal ‘body’, like colours that must be added to retinas, like certain particles to the epidermis, like some particularly favoured smells to the nasal cavities, like preferred words and syntaxes to the mouths which utter them and to the hands which write them…. There is no need to begin with transgression, we must go immediately to the very limits of cruelty, perform the dissection of polymorphous perversion, spread out the immense membrane of the libidinal ‘body’ which is quite different to a frame. It is made from the most heterogeneous textures, bone, epithelium, sheets to write on, charged atmospheres, swords, glass cases, peoples, grasses, canvases to paint. All these zones are joined end to end in a band which has no back to it, a Moebius band which interests us not because it is closed, but because it is one-sided, a Moebian skin which, rather than being smooth, is on the contrary (is this topologically possible?) covered with roughness, corners, creases, cavities which when it passes on the ‘first’ turn will be cavities, but perhaps on the ‘second’, lumps. But as for what tum the band is on, no-one knows nor will know, in the eternal turn. The interminable band with variable geometry (for nothing requires that an excavation remain concave, besides, it is inevitably convex on the ‘second’ turn, provided it lasts) has not got two sides, but only one, and therefore neither exterior nor interior.

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hellanne:

by Agu Lepkie
Prejebena kombinacija boja!

Prejebena kombinacija boja!

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monicatramos:

Sometimes Shop: A Summer Pop-up

Work by Kaye Blegvad, Leah Goren, Masuko Jo, Rachel Levit, Monica Ramos and Gina Rockenwagner

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Here are some more photos of the shop that Kaye took! Take a look at #sometimesshop on instagram for more photos too (I know using hashtags is usually just ridiculous, BUT when people actually used ours I was v excited). I’m so proud of my friends and thankful that people came by!

[My alpacas are sold out but am working on more now. They will be available online by the second week of July!]

O h !

playwrightfate:

Tire Swing - Kimya Dawson 

I took the Polaroid down in my room 
I’m pretty sure you have a new girlfriend 
It’s not as if I don’t like you 

It just makes me sad whenever I see it 
'cause I like to be gone most of the time 
And you like to be home most of the time 
If I stay in one place I lose my mind 
I’m a pretty impossible lady to be with 

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