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Sunday, July 27

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Friday, July 25

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newyorker:

Amy Bloom reflects on the photographs, music, and movies that inspired her new novel, “Lucky Us”: http://nyr.kr/1o029UD

“My mother’s favorite photograph was one of herself, at twenty-four years old, unbearably beautiful, utterly glamorous, in a black-straw cartwheel hat, dark-red lipstick, and a smart black suit, her notepad on a cocktail table. I know nothing about that woman.”

Photograph courtesy of the author

newyorker:

Amy Bloom reflects on the photographs, music, and movies that inspired her new novel, “Lucky Us”: http://nyr.kr/1o029UD

“My mother’s favorite photograph was one of herself, at twenty-four years old, unbearably beautiful, utterly glamorous, in a black-straw cartwheel hat, dark-red lipstick, and a smart black suit, her notepad on a cocktail table. I know nothing about that woman.”

Photograph courtesy of the author

(Source: newyorker.com)

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newyorker:

To help you navigate our newly unlocked archive, we’ve curated themed collections of New Yorker classics. Take a look at Janet Flanner’s 1927 piece on the dancer Isadora Duncan, from our Profiles Collection: http://nyr.kr/UqPDGB

newyorker:

To help you navigate our newly unlocked archive, we’ve curated themed collections of New Yorker classics. Take a look at Janet Flanner’s 1927 piece on the dancer Isadora Duncan, from our Profiles Collection: http://nyr.kr/UqPDGB

(Source: newyorker.com)

Wednesday, July 23

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“I love you more than I ever knew. It is like a wind that rises, and you think it is only a playful breeze and suddenly your heart bows down before it like a willow tree in a storm. I love you, heart of my heart, single quietude in all this confusion. I love you, you who can hear when the flowers are thirsty and when time is weary like a hunting dog in the evening. I love you and love streams out of me as though through the just-opened gate of an unknown garden. I do not altogether understand it and I am amazed at it and am still a little ashamed of my big words, but they tumble out of me and resound and do not ask my leave; someone whom I do not know is speaking out of me, and I do not know whether it is a fourth-class melodramatist or my heart, which is no longer afraid—”
Erich Maria Remarque, from The Black Obelisk (via litafficionado)
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drmanhattan:

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial––I believe we are lost.

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“I wandered through the streets thinking of all the things I might have said and might have done had I been other than I was.”
 Erich Maria Remarque (via wordswithinyou)
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“It’s only terrible to have nothing to wait for.”
Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades (via larmoyante)

Tuesday, July 22

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houndeye:

Mark Seliger
Portrait of Merce Cunningham 2009

houndeye:

Mark Seliger

Portrait of Merce Cunningham 2009

(Source: piccsy.com)

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greeneyes55:

Photo: Sabine Weiss

greeneyes55:

Photo: Sabine Weiss

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greeneyes55:

Photo: Robert Capa
On the set “Arc de Triomphe” 1947
Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer

greeneyes55:

Photo: Robert Capa

On the set “Arc de Triomphe” 1947

Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer