"tout un homme fait de tous les hommes, et qui les vaut tous et que vaut n’importe-qui"
// jean-paul sartre
"keep you sober twenty hours a day selling cellophane cones of artificial flowers on the median strips of heavy-flow roads"
david foster wallace, infinite jest
"before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment
when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth."
"the world is only waiting for you to pitch sad silent love in the place of excrement"
kerouac » ginsberg, 1949
Robert Adams // the place we live // Jeu de Paume
Robert Adams, Sitka Spruce, Cape Blanco State Park, Curry County, Oregon, 1993-2003. Gift of Randi and Bob Fisher. © Robert Adams
paris 2013: body electric
Julius Ziz // et le cochon fut né // Whitechapel Gallery
arles x paris