“Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.”
— Walker Evans
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Brunch with lovely Colette and her kick-ass parents at LaCour family favorite, Buvette, in the West Village. Shot with Leica M9.
— Robert Adams, Beauty in Photography: essays in defense of traditional values (via aaroncanipe)
— Sergio Larrain (via aaroncanipe)
Lolling down the edge of time
where the flower months fade as the days move over,
Days that are long like lazy rhyme,
nights that are pale with the moon and the clover,
summer there is a dream of summer
rich with dusks for a lover’s food—
Who is this harlequin, who is the mummer,
you or time or the multitude?
Still does your hair’s gold light the ground
and dazzle the blind till their old ghosts rise?
Then, all you care to find being found,
are you yet kind to their hungry eyes?
Part of a song, a remembered glory—
say there’s one rose that lives and might
whisper the fragments of our story:
kisses, a lazy street—and night.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, “One Southern Girl” (via aaroncanipe)
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…a wonderful, dirty city
at 5:30 am
mid winter
from parc de bellville
a nice frame by my friend frank.
(Source: fotographzfrankjackson)
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I think I remember this…what a wonderful frame.
Columbia, Missouri. I think this is from 2000.
— (via streetzen)