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annakarinaorg:

Anna parodies her male peers in Marie Claire magazine, 1962. I think Belmondo is my personal favorite :)

seekinsseekingseekins:

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(via stuffaboutminneapolis)

ateliertovar:

Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders, 1987)

Such a fantastic coincidence.  Just as I am rediscovering my love for Nick Cave, he appears unexpectedly in Wings of Desire, which I just watched last night for the first time. 

“It’s great to live by the spirit, to testify day by day for eternity, only what’s spiritual in people’s minds. But sometimes I’m fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above I’d like to feel a weight grow in me to end the infinity and to tie me to earth. I’d like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say “Now.” Now and now” and no longer “forever” and “for eternity.” To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod. Every time we participated, it was a pretense. Wrestling with one, allowing a hip to be put out in pretense, catching a fish in pretense, in pretense sitting at tables, drinking and eating in pretense. Having lambs roasted and wine served in the tents out there in the desert, only in pretense. No, I don’t have to beget a child or plant a tree but it would be rather nice coming home after a long day to feed the cat, like Philip Marlowe, to have a fever and blackended fingers from the newspaper, to be excited not only by the mind but, at last, by a meal, by the line of a neck by an ear. To lie! Through one’s teeth. As you’re walking, to feel your bones moving along. At last to guess, instead of always knowing. To be able to say “ah” and “oh” and “hey” instead of “yea” and “amen.”“    -Wings of Desire  (Wim Wenders, 1987)

Nick Cave: he only gets better as the years go by.

beetroots:

oh yep, every time. 

sexismandthecity:

I used to call people, then I got into e-mailing, then texting, and now i just ignore everyone.

 To fully comprehend what is going on in this photograph, one has to realize a bit about what Ingrid Bergman was experiencing at this time in her life.  When this photograph was taken, Ingrid Bergman was pregnant with Roberto Rossellini’s child.  Of course, they weren’t married.  Actually, Ingrid was married to another man at the time: Petter Lindstrom.  The affair caused an enormous scandal, particularly in the United States.  She was denounced on the floor of the U.S. Senate, and Ed Sullivan refused to have her on his show.

Regarding this public outrage against her personal life and choices, Bergman said: “People saw me in Joan of Arc and declared me a saint.  I’m not.  I’m just a woman, another human being.”

briennewalsh:

Photographer of the Week: Gordon Parks 

(Ingrid Bergman at Stromboli, 1949)