I will go on random nerd rants about quenya and random such things
common themes will be the moon, drowning, and jimi hendrix
By all means, ask away
“ dying is an art.
like everything else,
i do it exceptionally well.
i do it so it feels like hell.
i do it so it feels real.
i guess you could say i have a call. ”
sylvia plath, ariel (via add3rall)
westeast by hironobu sato
sanja ivekovic, ‘make-up—make-down’ (1978); video, 5:14 min
The video tests out the promises of the cosmetics industry on the artist’s own body. The monitor shows the upper body of a woman who keeps opening a new lipstick or powder jar, fussing with mascara, revealing the application of makeup as an intimate ritual. Her face is not shown, so her hand movements are the sole focus of the camera. They are shown in slow motion: The feminine hands turn a lipstick lasciviously out of its case; run lovingly over the tip of an eyeliner pencil, like a displaced striptease. (x)