Ingrid Bergman in Notorious (1946, Alfred Hitchcock) Photo by Gaston Longet.
(via euphr)
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
ANAIS NIN
The Unexpurgated Diary of
Black Narcissus (1947)
Melancolic Tulip, André Kertész, 1939.
(Source: bildwerk)
Café Müller
PINA BAUSCH / Tanztheater Wuppertal
Come, gather yourselves to the great supper of God, [19:18] that ye may eat flesh of kings, and flesh of chiliarchs, and flesh of strong men, and flesh of horses and of those that sit upon them, and flesh of all, both free and bond, and small and great.
tosca was wonderful
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