'Twas MAILDAY in my lady pad and guess who not only got her telephone bill but also a sweet little envelope from Malaysia?
Thank you, perfect-night!!
I sent out your latest package yesterday but realized today that I forgot to include the lightbulb necklace I made you!
Trust that it is on the way and will accompany your next letter from me…I promise!
L’Argent ( Robert Bresson, 1983 )
This week I perfected the “fabrics that make you feel less weird/indecisive about life because they are so soft/soothing” aesthetic
Maybe this will be the time I fall for a “not completely out” (read: straight) girl and don’t wind up crushed/falling into a deep, dark, vortex of sad feels.
This is a classic `nude calendar´ when you extract everything which transparent to X-Rays, i.e. all the flesh, and therefore any remaining sensuality.
Via The Mary Sue: “This Exists: X-Ray Pin-up Calendar”
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.
Frida Kahlo, from The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via chandr-a)