Buffalo Rose

Seinfeld Truths

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:20:30 -0400

George: Well, I’ll never meet anyone else again.

Jerry: Probably not.

George: Meeting is hard.

Jerry: Meeting is hard. Why can’t you meet?

George: Can’t meet! Why is that?

Jerry: This is what single people are thinking about the minute they wake up in the morning. And yet we’re surrounded by people, they’re right next to us, on the bus, on the street! But we can’t meet them.

George: Why won’t they meet us?

Jerry: Because strangers have a bad reputation.

George: A few bad strangers have ruined it for the rest of us!

Jerry: It’s unfortunate.

mudwerks: (via US press review by Paul Melcher | Le Journal de...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:30:18 -0400

mudwerks:

(via US press review by Paul Melcher | Le Journal de la Photographie)

Interview Magazine : Stuck Up Photography ROBBIE FIMMANO Stylist VANESSA CHOW SHOES: SW1

graphei: xixdegrees: Black Hours, Bruges, c. 1470 This Book of...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:40:11 -0400

graphei:

xixdegrees:

Black Hours, Bruges, c. 1470

This Book of Hours, referred to as the Black Hours, is one of a small handful of manuscripts written and illuminated on vellum that is stained or painted black.

The black of its vellum—the very thing that makes the codex so striking—is also the cause of some serious flaking. The carbon used in the black renders the surface of the vellum smooth and shiny—a handsome but less than ideal supporting surface for some of the pigments.

The anonymous painter of the Black Hours is an artist whose style depended mainly upon that of Willem Vrelant, one of the dominant illuminators working in Bruges from the late 1450s until his death in 1481.

Digital Facsimile at the source link.

This is so much awesome on my screen I can barely stand myself right now.

mythologyofblue: Ten Memorable Books That Never Existed, A...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 03:50:08 -0400

mythologyofblue:

Ten Memorable Books That Never Existed, A Passion for Books (x)

kellymckernan: “Elide” // 8” x 8” // watercolor This piece is...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:10:23 -0400

kellymckernan:

“Elide” // 8” x 8” // watercolor

This piece is claimed, but there will be prints available in the near future! Follow my facebook page or instagram for the forthcoming release announcement.

- Kelly McKernan

mererecorder: Turquoise Tentacle Set by ~KTOctopus

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:20:22 -0400

mererecorder:

Turquoise Tentacle Set by ~KTOctopus

thefrogman: By Aaron Fu [tumblr]

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:30:11 -0400

thefrogman:

By Aaron Fu [tumblr]

bluefooted

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 07:40:06 -0400

bluefooted

nevver: Staircase porn

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:50:35 -0400

nevver:

Staircase porn

Photo

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:10:08 -0400

mepresta: Tom Gauld

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 15:20:15 -0400

mepresta:

Tom Gauld

"Fairy tales, then, are not responsible for producing in children fear, or any of the shapes of fear;..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:30:08 -0400

“Fairy tales, then, are not responsible for producing in children fear, or any of the shapes of fear; fairy tales do not give the child the idea of the evil or the ugly; that is in the child already, because it is in the world already. Fairy tales do not give the child his first idea of bogey. What fairy tales give the child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon.”

- G.K. Chesterton, Tremendous Trifles (via nextstopbliss)

lustik: The Insect Art of Claire Moynihan via The Endless Swarm...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 07:40:08 -0400

lustik:

The Insect Art of Claire Moynihan via The Endless Swarm

Photo

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 03:50:12 -0400

eastasianstudiestumbl: via chinese-opera. Assorted hair pins....

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:10:18 -0400

eastasianstudiestumbl:

via chinese-opera.

Assorted hair pins. Kingfisher inlay done in floral and insect sprays with various semi-precious stones and silk thread. One hair pin looks to be cinnabar with Kingfisher inlay. Mid to late Qing Dynasty.

Not sure if already tumbl’d…

but… Are you really going to be mad if I did?

I hope not. You guys are the coolest.

mudwerks: skeletorislove: Skeletor Affirmations (by...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 15:20:17 -0400

mudwerks:

skeletorislove:

Skeletor Affirmations (by ghoulnextdoor)

I will not allow fear of the unknown to hold me back today.

maybe…

herrshitlordii: Selected Details From Irish Artist Harry...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 11:30:14 -0400

herrshitlordii:

Selected Details From Irish Artist Harry Clarke’s Stained Glass Works (Sources from Flickr)

Harry Clarke (March 17, 1889 – January 6, 1931) was an Irish stained glass artist and book illustrator. Born in Dublin, he was a leading figure in the Irish Arts and Crafts Movement.

Between the years 1917 to 1931 he carried out over forty commissions for churches in Ireland, Great Britain and elsewhere. Clarke’s windows have been described as “breathtaking”, “magnificent” and “intensely moving”, by some and vividly illustrate Clarke’s unique style with lively animated faces, a profusion of rich vibrant colours and generous ornamentation.

Having been plagued by poor health for most of his life, Clarke died at the age of 41.

darksilenceinsuburbia: Linda Raynesford....

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 07:40:16 -0400

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Linda Raynesford. Bras.

Hot-House.

Mid-Summer’s Night Dream.

Some Enchanted Evening.

This Buds for You.

nevver: Ads of the World

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:50:45 -0400

nevver:

Ads of the World

"For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 23:54:42 -0400

“

For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

”

- Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)