shihlun:

Diane Arbus, An Empty Movie Theater, N.Y.C., 1971

shihlun:

Diane Arbus, An Empty Movie Theater, N.Y.C., 1971

genderoftheday:

Today’s Gender of the Day is: Every time a Metal Gear Solid Character says “Metal Gear”

Sometimes I really feel as though this clip of Bill O’Reilly losing his shit due to confusion about the phrase ‘to play us out’ is my spirit animal.

It takes close attention to see what is happening in front of you. It takes work, pious effort, to see what you are looking at. He was mesmerized by this, the depths that were possible in the slowing of motion, the things to see, the depths of things so easy to miss in the shallow habit of seeing.

Serge Gainsbourg & Anna Karina - Ne dis rien

supersonic-youth:

MiG-21 at Kubinka

The MiG-21 really captured my imagination as a kid. Look at it, it looks like a fucking rocket ship.

Anonymous said: Favorite movie this year?

Calvary, without question.

Also Sorcerer. Not new this year, but new to me due to the remastered edition that came out. I’m fucking obsessed with it.

Whenever I’m awaiting a delivery I have a mental image of a gigantic truck barreling down empty roads in the dead of night, my package carefully nested in a crate in the back. The cabin is strewn with gas station snack wrappers, and empty cans of Red Bull, and bathed in the cool blue light of the SATNAV system. The driver rubs his eyes and kicks the air con down to 18° to keep himself awake. Kashmir by Led Zeppelin plays on the radio, and he shouts “Yeah!” and exceeds the speed limit ever so slightly. He crests a hill and sees my hometown splayed out ahead of him in the dawn light.Here’s to you brave beautiful motherfuckers.

Whenever I’m awaiting a delivery I have a mental image of a gigantic truck barreling down empty roads in the dead of night, my package carefully nested in a crate in the back. The cabin is strewn with gas station snack wrappers, and empty cans of Red Bull, and bathed in the cool blue light of the SATNAV system. The driver rubs his eyes and kicks the air con down to 18° to keep himself awake. Kashmir by Led Zeppelin plays on the radio, and he shouts “Yeah!” and exceeds the speed limit ever so slightly. He crests a hill and sees my hometown splayed out ahead of him in the dawn light.

Here’s to you brave beautiful motherfuckers.