la collecte d'inspiration

My title is in french because I'm a pompous asshole.

I admit it, I just got my tumblr password reset so I could look up piercing photos.

edit:: Upon closer inspection, I believe that my last post was March 2012.

(Tumblr is confusing because it’ll tell me the month and day, but not the year of the post. Unless I’m missing something. [Anyway I was just looking for pictures of ‘x’ nipple piercings {I am posting hoping that Chloe reads this}])

I had always been good company for myself. Charles Bukowski, Ham On Rye  (via hattiewatson)

(Source: be-otherwhere, via hattiewatson)

jessbless:


Robert Mapplethorpe

jessbless:

Robert Mapplethorpe

(via geografiaspersonales)

erikamoen:

I was drawing the dandelions coming up through the grass in my backyard and got this idea for a future silkscreen print…

erikamoen:

I was drawing the dandelions coming up through the grass in my backyard and got this idea for a future silkscreen print…



brazenswing:

Leonardo Cremonini: Pieta, 1951.

brazenswing:

Leonardo Cremonini: Pieta, 1951.

(via brazenswing-deactivated20131127)

lesfemmesartistes:

Jenny Saville, Red Stare Head IV, 2006-11.

lesfemmesartistes:

Jenny Saville, Red Stare Head IV, 2006-11.

lesfemmesartistes:

Jenny Saville, Rosetta 2, 2005-06.

lesfemmesartistes:

Jenny Saville, Rosetta 2, 2005-06.

lesfemmesartistes:

Tamara de Lempicka, The Pink Tunic, 1927.

lesfemmesartistes:

Tamara de Lempicka, The Pink Tunic, 1927.

brazenswing:

Theresa Pfarr: E. Pontellier, 2006.

brazenswing:

Theresa Pfarr: E. Pontellier, 2006.

(via brazenswing-deactivated20131127)

geografiaspersonales:

Edvard Munch. Attraction

geografiaspersonales:

Edvard Munch. Attraction

Luggage by Frank Bidart

kekl:

You wear your body as if without

illusions. You speak of former lovers with some


contempt for their interest in sex.

Wisdom of the spirit, you


imply, lies in condescension and poise.


…Fucking, I can feel

the valve opening, the flood is too much.


Or too little. I am

insatiable, famished by repetition.


Now all you see is that I am luggage


that smiles as it is moved from here to there.

We could have had ecstasies.


In your stray moments, as now in

mine, may what was not


rise like grief before you.

(via kekl-deactivated20120514)

brazenswing:

Sidney Goodman: Night Burn, 1986-87.

brazenswing:

Sidney Goodman: Night Burn, 1986-87.

(Source: hotelsuicide, via brazenswing-deactivated20131127)

Buh. So busy. Too indulgent.

I want to take up photography again..

..funny how being on a new side of the lens makes me miss the other side.