CAMERA OBSCURA BY ABELARDO MORELL
Photographer Abelardo Morell - “I made my first picture using camera obscura techniques in my darkened living room in 1991. In setting up a room to make this kind of photograph, I cover all windows with black plastic in order to achieve total darkness. Then, I cut a small hole in the material I use to cover the windows. This opening allows an inverted image of the view outside to flood onto the back walls of the room. Typically then I focused my large-format camera on the incoming image on the wall then make a camera exposure on film. In the beginning, exposures took from five to ten hours”. [see more]
(Source: only-by-night)
björk photographed by renaud monfourny (1994)
First of all: You can’t simply bring back Alaric and then take him like that. Too. many. emotions. Can’t. handle. it.
I spent all 23rd episode crying my heart out and it suddenly ends like that? I was almost conviced that this season finale was my favorite until that genius doppelgänger Stefan idea. Seriously, whose stupid idea was it?
I predict a fail for next season
(Source: twistedaura)
Sou o intervalo entre o que desejo ser e os outros me fizeram,
ou metade desse intervalo, porque também há vida …
Sou isso, enfim …
Apague a luz, feche a porta e deixe de ter barulhos de chinelos no corredor.
Fique eu no quarto só com o grande sossego de mim mesmo.
É um universo barato. ❞
Álvaro de Campos in Poemas (via bambionlsd)
I’ve found some letters and texts from 2008, 2009, 2010 and 2011.
At first, I was such a confused little fool, totally lost in my imaginarium world. Then, as the time passed, I have started to build this self-hate and I would punish myself without even noticing it. I was so blind I wasn’t able to see the obvious.
One of those letters was written in honest, sober lines by my dear old friend. He wrote exactly who I was, and I got so angry: “That horrible person can’t be me. That’s not who I am”. I turned against him and left.
Turns out that was in fact me, just getting worse and worse over time.
I saw other side of my old self there too: the innoncence shared with my best friend. We had the most beautiful friendship ever and now she’s gone. We lost touch, don’t even know how. I miss her so much.
I hate this, I hate myself, I hate everything.
