Lacan and Lipstick

blue-voids: Irving Penn - Portrait of Georgia O’Keeffe (1948)

theart-thingis — Mon, 20 May 2013 22:31:51 -0400

blue-voids:

Irving Penn - Portrait of Georgia O’Keeffe (1948)

aseaofquotes: — Joseph Campbell

theart-thingis — Mon, 20 May 2013 22:31:08 -0400

aseaofquotes:

— Joseph Campbell

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theart-thingis — Mon, 20 May 2013 22:03:32 -0400

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theart-thingis — Mon, 20 May 2013 22:03:08 -0400

fer1972: Tom French

theart-thingis — Mon, 20 May 2013 22:01:10 -0400

fer1972:

Tom French

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theart-thingis — Fri, 17 May 2013 13:39:36 -0400

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theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:37:37 -0400

"Duchamp seemed to intuit immediately that the emergence of abstraction spelled the demise of..."

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:35:10 -0400

“Duchamp seemed to intuit immediately that the emergence of abstraction spelled the demise of painting as a craft and its rebirth as an idea. He called 3 Standard Stoppages, for example, “a joke about the meter,” and the work exposes the metric system, an originally French set of standards now used throughout the world, as an intellectual construct rather than a universal absolute. Duchamp made the work through the use of chance, dropping three threads, each one meter long, from a height of one meter onto three stretched canvases. He then adhered the threads to the canvases, preserving the curves they had assumed upon landing, and cut the canvases along the threads’ profiles, creating new units of measure, each in some sense a meter long yet all different and all with an element of the random.”

- (via everythingsallright)

"Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual. We never encounter a..."

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:34:09 -0400

“Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual. We never encounter a state where man is separated from language, which he then elaborates in order to “express” what is happening to him: it is language which teaches the definition of man, not the contrary.”

- Barthes, Roland, ‘To Write: An Intransitive Verb?’ (Colloquium at John Hopkins University, 1966), The Rustle of Language, (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1989) p.13 (via fuckyeahdialectics)

"Structuralists say that shit means stuff (systems, language, discourse) and we are just pawns..."

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:31:28 -0400

“Structuralists say that shit means stuff (systems, language, discourse) and we are just pawns attempting to work within those systems the bind us together. Post-Structuralists are all like “Hold up…. who is this WE you’re talking about?” They acknowledge that there is NO INHERENT MEANING in a symbol and we have some semblance of power due to your own experiences within the system itself (discourse) and other systems that create us (capital, gender, nationality.)”

- A friend answers my “what is the difference between Structuralism and Post-Structuralism in simple English?” question. (via raspectre)

seafarers: Dizzying Copenhagen by Peter Writer

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:28:42 -0400

seafarers:

Dizzying Copenhagen by Peter Writer

heyheycharles: Sofitel Hotel, Vienna.

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:28:00 -0400

heyheycharles:

Sofitel Hotel, Vienna.

archatlas: Pygmalion Karatzas

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:26:36 -0400

archatlas:

Pygmalion Karatzas

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theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 13:40:22 -0400

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 13:40:06 -0400

"It’s unfortunate, and I really wish I wouldn’t have to say this, but I really like human beings who..."

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 13:32:14 -0400

“It’s unfortunate, and I really wish I wouldn’t have to say this, but I really like human beings who have suffered. They’re kinder.”

- Emma Thompson

"You roll your mouth off him, his taste still smothering your tongue when he says, “There is someone..."

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 13:31:29 -0400

““You roll your mouth off him, his taste still smothering your tongue when he says, “There is someone else.”
You laugh. The last time you saw him was a year before when he forced you out of his car somewhere in Queens because you hit him in the arm. He came back ten minutes later, drove you to your dorm at NYU, and you didn’t talk for almost a year when he sent you an email saying he missed you. You thought you loved him, so you invited him to your mom’s house in the Hamptons. He said yes, so you thought that maybe he loved you, too.
You look at the clock next to your bed. It is midnight - officially your birthday.
“Her name is Jackie,” he continues.
You laugh again. Your bed creaks; through the wall, you can hear your mother snoring.
“I really like her,” he says. “I mean I like you, but it’s, it’s just different.”
This is when you ask the question you shouldn’t. “What do you mean different?”
“You know that pumpkin cheesecake we had tonight?”
You nod. Every October, every birthday, your mother’s boyfriend makes you one. It is your favourite.
“You are like pumpkin cheesecake,” Matt says. He leans on his elbow and you try not to look into his eyes. “And Jackie is carrots. You’re great, but not all the time. Jackie is good for me all the time. You know?”
This is the thing you learn about yourself in the first few minutes of being nineteen: you are much more of an adult than last year, because when Matt says this, you don’t reach your hand out to punch him in the face. Instead, you say, “I understand.” Then you roll away from him and close your eyes until you hear his tiny snores rolling through your ribs.
You are mature because you wait. You tip toe to the bathroom and lay your face against the cold tiles and that is where you cry.
You realize that you do not know what love means. However, it is here on your nineteenth birthday you realize what it isn’t. It isn’t having your heart broken on your own bed after giving someone a blowjob on your birthday. It isn’t any of this.
You wonder though why love feels like laying down and letting someone roll over you - why love feels like agreeing to lay down and die.””

- Kristen Fiore, “Wrong Ways To Say I Am Not In Love With You” Chapter Three

"I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently..."

theart-thingis — Wed, 08 May 2013 13:29:50 -0400

““I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.””

- Franz Kafka (via greatauthorquotes)