credit

& other sashas

Thu, 2nd of October 2014
Oh, she had changed, there was no doubt about it. People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering, couldn’t it? Because that was what it seemed to be: a final bloom, a long-delayed emergence into womanliness.

— From Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates.
Thu, 2nd of October 2014
Wed, 1st of October 2014

vcrfl:

Charles August Mengin, Sappho, 1877.

Wed, 1st of October 2014

vintageanchorbooks:

Peter Mendelsund’s 90 Versions of Yes

Handwritten attempts made by the book-cover designer and author for the 2013 edition of Ulysses.

Sun, 28th of September 2014

likeafieldmouse:

Julião Sarmento - Untitled (1994-5)

Fri, 26th of September 2014

inneroptics:

Gustav Klimt, Portrait of a Young Woman, 1896.

Wed, 24th of September 2014
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Wed, 24th of September 2014

Paul Delaroche, La jeune martyre, 1855.

Tue, 23rd of September 2014

Indigo Bath, by Magdalena Kapinos.

Tue, 23rd of September 2014

Salvador Dalí, A Couple with their Heads full of Clouds, 1936.

Mon, 15th of September 2014

c0ssette:

Details of Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema’s The Roses of Heliogabalus, 1888.

Sun, 14th of September 2014

Café Kiss, by Ron Hicks.

Sun, 14th of September 2014

"Their lives are as walled in as their cramped living quarters. They have more money than places to spend it. Still dressed for the office, she dashes out to a crowded alley to buy noodles. Sometimes they meet on the grotty staircase. Often it is raining. Sometimes they simply talk on the sidewalk. Lovers do not notice where they are, do not notice that they repeat themselves. It isn’t repetition, anyway—it’s reassurance. And when you’re holding back and speaking in code, no conversation is boring, because the empty spaces are filled by your desires."

Roger Ebert on Wong Kar-wai’s In the Mood for Love. [x]

Sun, 14th of September 2014
Even if, in mathematical terms, there’s no privilege between one moment and the next, that each is equidistant from the other, that doesn’t alter the fact that these brief periods of respite are the only times that make him completely happy.

From Life is Short and Desire Endless by Patrick Lapeyre, translated from the French by Adriana Hunter.
Sun, 14th of September 2014
Now that they’re lying in silence, head to head, on top of the covers, he caresses her slowly, methodically, as if needing to work through the whole backlog of tenderness he owes her and for which he feels morally accountable. And anyway, they have plenty of time; they have the whole expanse of a night and day before them.

— From Life is Short and Desire Endless by Patrick Lapeyre, translated from the French by Adriana Hunter.