texturism: cyanometer. i should take this to the beach to measure the blueness.
26th May 2012✧17:25219 notes
behindthescreen: Diane Kruger (Tetu magazine) Certainly something to keep in mind
24th May 2012✧17:2341 notes
lylaandblu:
20th May 2012✧16:0727,060 notes
enochliew: Think North by Tim Cheneval It’s always a delight to find icon designs that are minimal yet easy to understand.
19th May 2012✧20:27219 notes
galasai: Le Ballon Rouge 1956 The film, which has a music score but almost no dialogue, tells of Pascal (Pascal Lamorisse), who, on his way to school one morning, discovers a large helium-filled red balloon. As Pascal plays with his new found toy, he realizes the balloon has a mind and will of its own. It begins to follow him wherever he goes, at times floating outside his bedroom window as Pascal’s mother will not allow it in their apartment. The red balloon follows Pascal through the streets of Paris, and the pair draw inquisitive looks from adults and the envy of other children as they wander the streets. At one point the balloon enters Pascal’s classroom, causing an uproar from the other students. The noise alerts the principal, who becomes angry with Pascal and locks him up in his office until school is over. At another, Pascal and his balloon encounter a little girl (Sabine Lamorisse) with a blue balloon that also seems to have a mind of its own. In their wanderings around the neighborhood, Pascal and the balloon encounter a gang of bullies, who are envious of his balloon, and they soon destroy his new friend. The film ends as the other balloons in Paris come to Pascal’s aid and take him on a cluster balloon ride over the city as the narrator states that other balloons took Pascal up to a magical world where balloons and children can be friends forever.
19th May 2012✧13:34852 notes
paris2london: Oh you… Tom Hiddleston. Such a fan.
19th May 2012✧11:08196 notes

Here it is, in a nutshell: The logic of science boiled down to one, essential idea. It comes from Richard Feynman, one of the great scientists of the 20th century, who wrote it on the blackboard during a class at Cornell in 1964.

-Richard Krulwich

18th May 2012✧01:40
theswingingsixties: A letter from the Campbell Soup Company to Andy Warhol, May 1964.
17th May 2012✧22:452,000 notes
atlantahistorycenter: 1967 view of Peachtree Street. Browse and order prints from our collection. The Roxy!
16th May 2012✧21:5239 notes

Lost in Translation: What the First Line of “The Stranger” Should Be

Who doesn’t love a good question of translation?

16th May 2012✧20:52
npr: Hm. Interesting. Me, my brother and four of my cousins are April babies. — Tanya B. utnereader: nevver: How Common Is Your Birthday? Guess humans have a mating season after all. Really? I always thought April and May had the greatest number of birthdays
16th May 2012✧15:185,361 notes
guppydays: James McAvoy & Keira Knightley—Vanity Fair, 2007 Always Keira Knightley
16th May 2012✧15:172,129 notes
sarabexalicious: Amen, Audrey.
15th May 2012✧22:46266 notes
calivintage: françoise sagan via Tomboy Style.
15th May 2012✧17:1475 notes
When I was young, my mother frequently reprimanded me for touching my face. My hands, which were usually dirty, were constantly in the vicinity of my mouth and I was in danger of ruining my complexion. No one could understand why I did this. Recently, I realized that the gestures were identical to those of my grandmother who had survived a delicate nerve operation which had numbed one side of her face. She was especially self-conscious about the side of her mouth, where she imagined saliva or food might escape undetected. My grandmother’s appearance and manner revealed little more than a composed, well-bred, ordinary woman, but hints of a wild, uncontrollable, independent nature could be perceived in the stories she told me in confidence and from her biting wit. As a child I greatly admired this ability of hers to fit into a role and her surroundings without compromising an extraordinary will. It seemed to me that it was this ability to mask her passion behind severity and propriety that freed her from the pressure to conform that seemed always focused on me. The training she gave me, largely by example, was less about how to be than about how to behave in order to survive. Nancy Wilson-Pajic. My Grandmother’s Gestures, 1972–1973
14th May 2012✧13:4499 notes
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