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Wakhan Corridor, Afghanistan
Frédéric Lagrange

mpdrolet:

Wakhan Corridor, Afghanistan

Frédéric Lagrange

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
— James Joyce (via likeafieldmouse)
furples:

Out Magazine September 2012Photographer: Bruno Staub

furples:

Out Magazine September 2012
Photographer: Bruno Staub

eatsleepdraw:

My interpretation of Prometheus Bound by Rubens.

eatsleepdraw:

My interpretation of Prometheus Bound by Rubens.

Chris Evans and Aaron Taylor-Johnson attend the Marvel Studios panel during Comic-Con International 2014 at San Diego.

femme-de-lettres:

Large (Wikimedia)
As the Tate writes, Thomas Benjamin Kennington “was well known for his compelling pictures of the urban poor.”
Kennington painted Homeless in 1890.
He takes a bit of a risk in composing such a deliberately moving scene—he expects to buy with a captured moment what Dickens, for example, purchases with whole chapters of exposition—but to me, Kennington just manages to pull it off.
You might take the woman in black to be the child’s mother, but her mourning clothes are too elegant, her hair too presentable.
She is, for all we can tell, a perfect stranger, who has dropped her bundle of laundry and herself to the wet pavement in order to lift this boy from the pavement—his hat remaining where his head lay moments before.
His weak but arresting gaze is the only sign of life left in him.

femme-de-lettres:

Large (Wikimedia)

As the Tate writes, Thomas Benjamin Kennington “was well known for his compelling pictures of the urban poor.”

Kennington painted Homeless in 1890.

He takes a bit of a risk in composing such a deliberately moving scene—he expects to buy with a captured moment what Dickens, for example, purchases with whole chapters of exposition—but to me, Kennington just manages to pull it off.

You might take the woman in black to be the child’s mother, but her mourning clothes are too elegant, her hair too presentable.

She is, for all we can tell, a perfect stranger, who has dropped her bundle of laundry and herself to the wet pavement in order to lift this boy from the pavement—his hat remaining where his head lay moments before.

His weak but arresting gaze is the only sign of life left in him.

fuckyouverymuch:

We meet new friends.

fuckyouverymuch:

We meet new friends.

nevver:

“Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.”