"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
"while we do our good works let us not forget that the real solution lies in a world in which charity will have become unnecessary"
- Chinua Achebe, Anthills of the Savannah
Félix Thiollier // Arbre et nuage sur un étang à Mornand // Musée d’Orsay