• so strange that day
• suspended for life
• dreams will help us be friends
• magic bearJon Carling, on Tumblr
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And one last bonus photoset before I go, because I’m sure it won’t go unappreciated…
Morrissey: 29 years of shirtlessness. ;)
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Once I skulked wistfully through dim streets, aching after this unknown, hoping to pass by unnoticed in my drab dress and lopsided shoes with high heels, hoping, thus surreptitiously, to come upon it. But I was afraid, I was timid and I did not believe, I hoped. I thought it would be like a bird in the hand, not a wild sea that treated me like flotsam.
Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept. This is my favorite passage about love.
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Knitted skulls, by Hildur Bjarnadottir
” When I was four years old my mother taught me how to knit, crochet and sew. I was raised immersed in a textile environment. My mother was a knitting and sewing teacher, and I would constantly be knitting or making crafts.
One thing my mother did not teach me was to follow patterns; everything I made she had me design myself. The line between art and craft is hazy, and is based on context as well as concept.
In my art I explore this fine line between decorative, usable crafts and conceptual art. My work takes the focus from the usefulness and beauty that textiles are generally connected with and places it more on simple techniques and the inherent properties of the materials. I work with as well as against the materials and traditional textile rules.” – Hildur Bjarnadottir
