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Gordon Parks, Invisible Man Retreat, Harlem, New York, 1952. Photograph by Gordon Parks. © The Gordon Parks Foundation, courtesy of the Gordon Parks Foundation and Jenkins Johnson Gallery.
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Woman Hunched with Floral Bag, Photo by Vivian Maier, 1972
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"Stranger at the Carnival" by Emile Corsi, 1887
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costume from “the sleeping princess” 1921
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Felix Vallotton, Intimacy, early 1900s
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Helmet in the form of a stylish hat, France, 17th century
from Czerny's International Auction House
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john carpenter’s the thing is a movie about how the hyperindividualism and lack of emotional intimacy between men (specifically men in the united states military) immediately crystallizes into distrust and alienation in crisis. how kurt russel with an absurd callsign name and the goofiest hugest cowboy hat imaginable is the Man, running the whole show and managing the crisis until he fails because when faced with having to truly understand and connect with his last remaining ally he can’t, because all he knows how to do is sit in the snow and die next to him. It is a movie about losing control over your own body in the most horrific way possible. It is a movie about cold war paranoia and fear of bloodborne pathogens. It is a movie about how dread is an incredible force and even so sometimes what you CAN see is worse than what you can imagine. It is a movie about how the scariest thing men can conceive of is something that looks exactly like a man and acts exactly like a man but yet on some fundamental level…isn’t. It is a movie, as one of my eleventh graders pointed out this week, about “playing among us in real life.” but most importantly, john carpenter’s the thing is a movie about a dogy who is my friend and wants to become me :)
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View of a Tree at Sunset - William Fraser Garden - 1896 - via The Morgan
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Art Nouveau Tiles England, c. 1900 THE HELEN AND DAVID MILLING COLLECTION
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Long-spined limpet shell
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Gerhard Richter (German, 1932), St. Moritz, 1992. Oil on canvas, 72 x 102 cm.
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Matthew Snowden
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the national // pink rabbits
you didn’t see me, i was falling apart i was a television version of a person with a broken heart
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Don't plug anything in
The light will cast you down
From your part on the center stage understudy
You played around town
Don't keep water running
In the washer after ten
All the people around here
Will know exactly where you've been
Keep it light
Put contact paper in
You gotta cover the tracks of those former tenants
Only way you can ever win
Don't dare to receive any mail
From some old place you lived
You gotta change where you're living
In the eyes of the city
Keep the wind from your sails
And don't you think you're doing fine
I bet that you do
But there's no recycling
Frightening dreams youve already
given into
Keep it light
Keep contacting your god
You wanna cover your tracks of those things that you lack
In every self
In every self in every self
You forgot
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