malformalady:

Snow melts and flash freezes into an icy downhill river. A bunch of snowbanks in Russia began to melt, then it got cold again quickly, flash-freezing into the icy river you see here.

malformalady:

Snow melts and flash freezes into an icy downhill river. A bunch of snowbanks in Russia began to melt, then it got cold again quickly, flash-freezing into the icy river you see here.

(via euo)

"Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone."
- Pablo Picasso (via writersrelief)
ianference:

It is truly a strange thing when a steam pipe bursts under an abandoned building in the dead of winter, but that’s exactly what happened under the Clinic Building at Greystone Park State Hospital in 2007, a month before the building was unceremoniously knocked down.  The steam congregated near the ceiling of the abandoned asylum infirmary, condensing on the pipes and dripping down in regular patterns - and creating these ice stalagmites.  An hour after taking this photograph, demolition workers came into the building and chased us through the tunnels; we had to hide in an attic in 0 degree weather for hours while cops searched for us.  The next time I drove out there, there was no trace that a building had ever stood in this spot.

ianference:

It is truly a strange thing when a steam pipe bursts under an abandoned building in the dead of winter, but that’s exactly what happened under the Clinic Building at Greystone Park State Hospital in 2007, a month before the building was unceremoniously knocked down.  The steam congregated near the ceiling of the abandoned asylum infirmary, condensing on the pipes and dripping down in regular patterns - and creating these ice stalagmites.  An hour after taking this photograph, demolition workers came into the building and chased us through the tunnels; we had to hide in an attic in 0 degree weather for hours while cops searched for us.  The next time I drove out there, there was no trace that a building had ever stood in this spot.

(via allthechickens)

theunderestimator:

Christiane F. photographed by Ilse Ruppert in her room in Hamburg (1983).

   Christiane F., a onetime heroin-addicted teen prostitute, a junkie from the age of 12,  was put in the spotlight in her early teens during the late `70s, after a series of interviews about her life and West Berlin`s drug scene, which led in a top-selling book and a film (Christiane F. – Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo”) based on her memoirs.

Her intriguing story, as well as her great looks instantly turned her into a media darling and a kind of controversial heroin-chic celebrity.

   Along Alexander Hacke, her boyfriend at the time and member of the German industrial band Einstürzende Neubauten, they recorded two albums and also appeared in a film.

(Source: ilseruppert.de, via euo)

The most worrying thing about wanting to go into the Art Industry, alongside not being good enough to succeed, is that people will stop caring. That fewer and fewer people will fill galleries, that the public will completely turn to massproduced artworks and mostly, that the value of Art and the role of the Artist will cease to matter to the rest of society.

I'm probably being paranoid but I have been told over and over I will fail in this prospect because people don't care about Art art bea's crisis personal

art, mass production, and you

bozrat:

roachpatrol:

I think one of the most fundamental misapprehensions people have about the value of commissions is that no one really gets told how mass production defrays costs to the consumer. So, when they see the prices for custom artwork online, they expect the retail prices…

theyreclappingforyouhamis asked:

How would you define beauty?

Break the rules and bend the notes. Answer:

beneath-a-lonely-place:

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder;

It’s the wake of the water

The palm we take for every time we change our minds

The flash of skin seen through the leaves of anxious trees

The summer’s touch just above the knee

Its architecture and mounting peaks

And places dwelled upon by those

Who climb much higher than me

It’s so many miles compiled

Into books of maps

And men with hands

And the impenetrable truth

That someday we will all get old.   

Film Meme [ 4/4 ] Films that inspire you
 →  The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008) “For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. ”

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