Audrey Kathleen Ruston aka Audrey Hepburn | 4 May 1929 – 20 January 1993
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows. And the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.
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My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.
—Frank O’Hara, Meditations in an Emergency, 1957.
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The notion of time is irrelevant to the state of being. There is only night and day, unfortunately if we exist in the latter the comfort of darkness eludes us.
Function of time
That I never saw, Cigarettes in rainbow colored casinos Adrift in a jade abyss, We all live in this state of motion, Trying to pass time as we roll along the endless tide, Attempting to coexist in this temporary community
A Carribean Sunrise
If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterwards. I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down. I don’t carry a gun. I drive.
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"The secret of joy is the mastery of pain."
- Anaïs Nin
your emotions are nothing but circuitry, effective in its simplicity yet still a mystery. systematically I can empathize, but functionality is where understanding resides
An ode to my techy paramour
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If the making of Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris were itself a Woody Allen movie, it would start something like this: After a tastefully understated title card — simple white lettering on black — and against a jazz arrangement of, say, Cole Porter’s “I Love Paris,” the camera slowly zooms in on a window at the Hotel Ritz Paris, where Allen is looking out over the Place Vendome. In voiceover, we hear his thoughts: “I have a tendency to romanticize Paris,” the writer-director confesses. “When the lights come up and it’s almost midnight, everything looks so pretty.” Somewhere here, he knows, there has to be a movie. [read the rest of this amazing article just do it]
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Happy Happy David Bowie!
The man with the countless faces turns 65 today!
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