rnyfh:

When I was a girl at home—I reckon I was eight or nine years old—I started making quilts. My mama taught me, show me how to cut the pieces and quilt, too. Back in them days, I didn’t care how they looked, I just put them together using old clothes mostly, and sometimes go down to Linden and get scraps they were throwing away in the clothes factory. The man over the factory down there let folks go through the throw-away stuff. The dump truck going to come get it anyway.

A creator of precisely patterned quilts and free-form, abstract works of rectangular strips—"get-togethers,“ she calls them—Polly Bennett has maintained this diversity of style since her earliest quilts from the 1930s.

voguedolce:

Thierry Mugler, 1988

industriallandscapes666:

Chemische Fabrik Superphosphat-Werk, Lauban (Germany, now Lubań in Poland), Hans Poelzig, 1910-11

orphicss:

La Temperance, Orphics tarot card.

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driflloon:

the kid : aweng by thibault-théodore

(Source: garrygengurch)

dentelledeperle:

Carl von Marr, Nereides on the Beach, 1915

sulphuriclike:

Zoe Leonard
I Want a President, High Line, New York city, 1992
I want a dyke for president. I want a person with AIDS for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn’t have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn’t the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to AIDS, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president with no air-conditioning, a president who has stood in line at the clinic, at the DMV, at the welfare office, and has been unemployed and laid off and sexually harassed and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a Black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth and an attitude, someone who has eaten that nasty hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and been in therapy. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn’t possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown. Always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker. Always a liar, always a thief, and never caught.

my-retro-vintage:

  Albino Sword Swallower at a Carnival   Diane Arbus   c1970

distantvoices:

Yoon Young Bae By Kim Hee June For ELLE Korea January 2019