Prince George is in a reindeer suit, Harry is dressed as Santa, and there are fucking Corgis at the dinner table. I have to say this isn’t how I pictured the Royal Family celebrating Christmas…
THEY PAID A MAN TO HOLD THEIR CHILD FOR THEM COULDN’T THEY FIND A SOLID GOLD HIGH CHAIR TO THEIR TASTES
these are impersonators
(Source: anunexpectedheroine, via eevesv)
TO BE ONE OF US SAYS GERTRUDE STEIN
To be one of us says Gertrude stein
Is not in any way to smell
Like a Hemingway.
Not even at the museum.
But what of the children
Who’s only
Sin
Is Sin is a sin is
?Dada.
To be one of us says Gertrude Stein
Is to be
An -ist
And
What if
The -ists
Disappear
In
Istanbul.
Then.
That.
That.
Is what it is
To be one of us says Gertrude Stein.
“For many people out there it is the only source of information about me. Don’t you care about what people say about you? I do!”
Kaya Genç on the phenomenon of the Turkish website Sour Times.
#495 Garden – A new minimal geometric composition each day
Several photographs from Jan Baracz’s Swimming in Cambodia, featured in our Fall 2006 issue.
Baracz writes,
Mountaintop waterfall, where in the year 802, the Khmer monarch Jayavarman II proclaimed himself a god and established the kingdom of Cambodia, initiating the dynasties that would—over the next four centuries—create the vast temple complexes of Angkor. The mountain is called Phnom Kulen, and a river runs down its side. Jayavarman had diverted the flow of the river for a time so that its bedrock could be chiseled into dramatic carvings. When the water was returned, and the carvings submerged, the stream became a sacred bathtub for the king. His courtiers bathed downstream in his runoff, and the commoners swam at the base of the mountain in a spectacular jungle glade beneath a roaring cascade. Phnom Kulen, from whose sandstone flanks the Angkorian temple stones were quarried, remains one of the Cambodia’s most holy pilgrimage sites. Until a decade ago Phnom Kulen was a Khmer Rouge stronghold and the commoners’ pool was inaccessible. Landmines are still strewn around the mountain, but with the civil war over, the waterfall and the riverbed basin are once again filled with splashing Cambodians. It was there that I took a several photographs of the bathers that captured joy and abandon for which Cambodia is not known.
Berschneider + Berschneider - Restroom on a golf-course, Lauterhofen 2013. Photos © Erich Spahn.
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Patio-House In Gracia, Barcelona, Spain | Carles Enrich
The conversion of an old dry-cleaning shop between party walls in the Gracia district court into a home-studio for a young family is a fantastic opportunity to rethink the use of an unused place and optimize the conditions.
(Source: cjwho, via kureator-blog)
Penetrating the Postdoctoral Metaxy of Redness
How exaggerated is the comet
that skeptics wear on their stoles of electricity
and black hair.
The women swing with dark gray toes. We ate them.
Chambers of imprecision fly through the mind:
let’s decide if it’s a dog or bear or lamb.If a dog, a small hawk will itch with penicillin.
If a bear, blades of grass are doomed.
If a lamb, pigeons coo in the crossbeam.Swimmers never understand how
I’ve never wanted to live for ginger bear
and micro macro-natural foods.Infested waters where I grew up are in
the palm of your hand, and though I share
every treasure, grim green trim has its own law,
its own truth table.
Something may still glow at its/your/our/this-one’s horizon.We’re all dumb as drones
but the five-day-old infant is dreaming
the dream of metamodernism
and overwhelms the bright plastic blue tarp
in the happiness of your right ear.seed text: The Alphabet, by Ron Silliman
art by cosmicspread
Pepper Rabbit // Older Brother // Beauregard
