July 12, 2014
Afghan-colored man.  ——  DS

Afghan-colored man. —— DS

(Source: fuckyeahchriscamplin, via hipersexual)

July 12, 2014
hipersexual:

nishlo:

oarv:

RGB Colorspace Atlas, a cubed book depicting every color imaginable

this makes me really angry but idk why

RGB its only for colors made with light, you mean CYMK, those are the colors made with ink

Whatever, it is impressive!  ——  DS

hipersexual:

nishlo:

oarv:

RGB Colorspace Atlas, a cubed book depicting every color imaginable

this makes me really angry but idk why

RGB its only for colors made with light, you mean CYMK, those are the colors made with ink

Whatever, it is impressive! —— DS

July 12, 2014
apanelofanalysts:

Frightening post of the day. Step gently forward, Oh helper. ——  DS

apanelofanalysts:

Frightening post of the day. Step gently forward, Oh helper.
—— DS

(via gionah)

July 12, 2014
freystupid:

chat Abyssin:

Arsen Kurbanov


Both handsome. ——  DS

freystupid:

chat Abyssin:

Arsen Kurbanov

Both handsome. —— DS

(Source: bobbygio)

July 12, 2014
artemisdreaming:

Michael Kenna

artemisdreaming:

Michael Kenna


July 12, 2014
artemisdreaming:

Arturo Toscanini playing piano in his home. In the library case on a side are the death masks of Beethoven, Wagner and Verdi. Milan, Italy, 1954
Alfred Eisenstaedt  (via: fansinflashbulb.wordpress) 

artemisdreaming:

Arturo Toscanini playing piano in his home. In the library case on a side are the death masks of Beethoven, Wagner and Verdi. Milan, Italy, 1954

Alfred Eisenstaedt  (via: fansinflashbulb.wordpress) 


July 12, 2014
atlantic-saints:

1.5 Million Balloons Released in Cleveland, Ohio

atlantic-saints:

1.5 Million Balloons Released in Cleveland, Ohio

July 12, 2014

harisnukem:

War stories with Lee and Pedro. Shot by Haris Nukem.

(via chuckdog)

July 12, 2014
Perfectly formed  —  DS

Perfectly formed — DS

(Source: drknbuff, via chuckdog)

July 12, 2014

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July 12, 2014
sodomyandunpleasantaccents:

loverofbeauty:

M. Cooley:  New Orleans

On the first day of my first trip to New Orleans in 1992, I saw a woman fall to her death from roof of the Monteleone Hotel. She landed upon a workman who had just exited his van onto the pavement near the corner of Royal and Iberville Streets, where I was standing just across the intersection. That evening on the news it was reported that the woman, in her mid 30s, was from some dreary mid-western town I’ve since forgotten, but had been in New Orleans for two weeks. She was staying alone at the Monteleone, a grand hotel in the French Quarter. After eating lunch on the deck near the rooftop pool she had calmly gotten up, and walked to the protective railing, she climbed over the railing then casually stepped off the edge of the 16 story building. She died on impact taking the unfortunate local electrician, father of four young children, with her. Facial identification was impossible, but she was carrying her room key in her pocket. Blood and viscera was still evident on the pavement several days later. I’ve returned to New Orleans numerous times since, and am always uncomfortable at that particular corner. Try as I might to look away, I find myself searching the pavement for the blood. 

A quiet chilling tale — I had to share it with you.  —  DS

sodomyandunpleasantaccents:

loverofbeauty:

M. Cooley:  New Orleans

On the first day of my first trip to New Orleans in 1992, I saw a woman fall to her death from roof of the Monteleone Hotel. She landed upon a workman who had just exited his van onto the pavement near the corner of Royal and Iberville Streets, where I was standing just across the intersection. That evening on the news it was reported that the woman, in her mid 30s, was from some dreary mid-western town I’ve since forgotten, but had been in New Orleans for two weeks. She was staying alone at the Monteleone, a grand hotel in the French Quarter. After eating lunch on the deck near the rooftop pool she had calmly gotten up, and walked to the protective railing, she climbed over the railing then casually stepped off the edge of the 16 story building. She died on impact taking the unfortunate local electrician, father of four young children, with her. Facial identification was impossible, but she was carrying her room key in her pocket. Blood and viscera was still evident on the pavement several days later. I’ve returned to New Orleans numerous times since, and am always uncomfortable at that particular corner. Try as I might to look away, I find myself searching the pavement for the blood. 

A quiet chilling tale — I had to share it with you. — DS

July 12, 2014
freystupid:

I’ve never actually seen or eaten a real Dragonfruit until now

You have cut into

freystupid:

I’ve never actually seen or eaten a real Dragonfruit until now

You have cut into

(Source: reddlr-food)

July 11, 2014

“cold shoulders” (1990) - David Hammons


Ouch!  ——  DS

“cold shoulders” (1990) - David Hammons

Ouch! —— DS

(Source: halogenic, via sanktsebastian)

July 11, 2014
sanktsebastian:

Rudolf Polanszky

sanktsebastian:

Rudolf Polanszky

July 11, 2014
Which reminds me, I must make a Viennese plum cake!  ——  DS

Which reminds me, I must make a Viennese plum cake! —— DS

(Source: wasbella102, via wooddove)

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