Typography meets puppy, LOVE.
The Codd by Tim Walker,
Grace Coddington, personal hero in Late Night with Jimmy Fallon ♥.
(Source: peculiarfashion)
When an artist wants to show you their art,
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written,
it’s quite often an expression of trust;
Because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart.
Little pieces of the artists themselves,
and if they’re willing to share it with you,
you should appreciate it.
Truer than true.
(Source: fadical, via thisperspective)
Som i serem.
En las buenas y en las malas, gracias por todo Messias.
A Friday afternoon of Woody and I, well, and tea.
Mitto.
La Promesse, completed in 1966 a year prior to his death (conjecture).
I can promise this much, it takes but one look at a “Magritte” to be moved.
Merci beaucoup monsieur.
Mitto.
René Magritte phographed at the MOMA by Steve Shapiro (featured in the book Shapiro’s Heroes)
It’s been 45 years since you’ve left all physical form, but your work and genius shall always remain.
Bon Voyage Monsieur Magritte.
Mitto.
Mi Buenos Aires querido, que lindo te ves.
Excelente video, creatividad, tiempo y técnica!,
Director: Fernando Livschitz, Black Sheep Films.
Mitto.
Romance de verduleria.
Eres tú, Gabriela Galeano.
Acrílico en acetato, 2012.
Mitto.
Romance de Verduleria. 13:30, tarde como siempre por $3.5 ella que iba a ser mi “almuerzo” se transformo en mi musa.
Eres tú, Gabriela Galeano.
Acrílico en acetato, 2012.
Mitto mitto.
Vine desde mi galaxia a investigar este mundo
Lo encontre detras de una esquina y me basto un segundo,
Para saber que aqui flotan de la mano lo trivial y lo profundo.
Digital assemblage/Collage.
Mitto mitto mitto.
Happy 84th Andy, I kind of don’t like you BUT… a genius is a genius.
Born Andrew Varchola, Jr. in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he single-handedly created some of the most iconic (literally) pieces of art from the XXth Century, and even if I never met him, I’m horribly biased by Factory Girl. You know him using Eddie and what not. The douche.
Mitto.
Let me step out of my shell
I’m wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends
The mind of someone my equal
I want the world to stop…
Oh Mitto.
"Dios mio, si en la borrachera te ofendo, con la cruda te pago y me quedas debiendo."
- Someone (a drunky!)
