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steffy reading.mallorca summer 2013

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steffy reading.mallorca summer 2013

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Mathieu Bernard-Reymond

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Mathieu Bernard-Reymond

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菊池亜希子ムック マッシュ vol.4


You have to have a certain detachment in order to see beauty for yourself rather than something that has been put in quotation marks to be understood as “beauty.” Think about Dutch painting, where sunlight is falling on a basin of water and a woman is standing there in the clothes that she would wear when she wakes up in the morning—that beauty is a casual glimpse of something very ordinary. Or a painting like Rembrandt’s Carcass of Beef, where a simple piece of meat caught his eye because there was something mysterious about it. You also get that in Edward Hopper: Look at the sunlight! or Look at the human being! These are instances of genius. Cultures cherish artists because they are people who can say, Look at that. And it’s not Versailles. It’s a brick wall with a ray of sunlight falling on it.

— Marilynne Robinson (via et—cetera)

Nymphomaniac (2014)

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ON NOT GETTING IT

By Kira Akerman

When Lars von Trier’s two-part Nymphomaniac opened earlier this year, it met with confusion. It was called a “joyless sexual tantrum,” (Brody, The New Yorker) and “art porn,” (Denby, The New Yorker) and led many to ask “what was the point”? The film…

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A manuscript page from Jeffrey Eugenides’s Middlesex.

theparisreview:

A manuscript page from Jeffrey Eugenides’s Middlesex.

"Why are you afraid?" I asked myself, because fear is at the bottom of everything, even love usually rests on fear. "Why are you afraid, when whatever you do, will die anyway?" I unlatched the shutters. The light was as intense as a love affair. The sun was drumming time into stone. The sun was rhythming the day. I was blinded, delighted, not just because it was warm and wonderful, but because nature measures nothing. Nobody needs this much sunlight. Nobody needs droughts, volcanoes, monsoons, tornadoes either, but we get them, because our world is as extravagant as a world can be. We are the ones obsessed by measurement. The world just pours it out.

— Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping (via violentwavesofemotion)

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