1963-(via File Photo) on Flickr.
“I had this image from the National Geographic of this dude just signing baseballs,” Lorde said in an interview with VH1. “He was a baseball player and his shirt said, ‘Royals.’” (via A National Geographic Photo Inspired Pop Star Lorde to Write Her Hit “Royals” – News Watch)
Animación de un bisonte de 1887. Fotos de Eadweard Muybridge.
edit to add that this is a majestic, amazing animal that deserved better than it got from “settlers” which is why I posted it.
Perspectives by Noir de lux
by Allison Schloss
Hills/mountains lookin’ like some sorta decadence-swallowing tidal waves. E.g., Robertson Boulevard enveloped and rinsed, this witnessed gleefully from the bus lane of La Cienega, prophetically named “the swamp”…
"…there is the difficulty of giving one’s own personality a certain status within the framework of metropolitan life. Where quantitative increase of value and energy has reached its limits, one seizes on qualitative distinctions, so that, through taking advantage of the existing sensitivity to differences, the attention of the social world can, in some way, be won for oneself. This leads ultimately to the strangest eccentricities, to specifically metropolitan extravagances of self-distanciation, of caprice, of fastidiousness, the meaning of which is no longer to be found in the content of such activity itself but rather in its being a form of being different; of making oneself noticeable. For many types of persons these are still the only means of saving for oneself, through the attention gained from others, some sort of self-esteem and the sense of filling a position."
from Georg Simmel, “The Metropolis and Mental Life,” 1903.
Weirdly resonant still, these notions of qualitative individuality and its quantitative box.
Video with 2 notes
"Your Limbs Will Be Torn Off in a Farm Accident" by Zachary Schomburg
"What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me,
Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns,
Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me,
Not asking the sky to come down to my good will,
Scattering it freely forever.”
(Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself,” Part 14)
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