Swan Songs

forever lost in forsaken missives...

jamsrunfree:

Polly & Patti 

My heart exploded.

(Ann Demeulemeester book signing in London. Source)

floppyboot:

PJ Harvey and Patti Smith playing for designer, Ann Demeulemeester 

Woah. What.

(via jamsrunfree)

plarabee:

‘I approached the confines of Death, and, having trodden on the threshold of Proserpina, returned, having been carried through all the elements, to the depths of midnight I saw the sun glittering with a splendid light, together with the infernal and supernal gods, and to these divinities approaching, I paid the tribute of devout adoration.' ~ Apuleius, The Golden Ass
Image: The Midnight Sun and the Falling Stars by Intao…

plarabee:

I approached the confines of Death, and, having trodden on the threshold of Proserpina, returned, having been carried through all the elements, to the depths of midnight I saw the sun glittering with a splendid light, together with the infernal and supernal gods, and to these divinities approaching, I paid the tribute of devout adoration.' ~ Apuleius, The Golden Ass

Image: The Midnight Sun and the Falling Stars by Intao…

(via iopanosiris)

plaxtic:

Matthew Barney

plaxtic:

Matthew Barney

(Source: johnbaldesorry, via apolysis)

browsethestacks:

Swamp Thing by Charles Vess

browsethestacks:

Swamp Thing by Charles Vess

(via littlestarryflower)

“I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.”

—   Unknown (via hyperdimensionalkittens)

(via inmymountainofdreams)


King of the Weeds, 2013
Nicholas Kahn & Richard Selesnick

fer1972:

Realm: Photography by Carolyn Lefley  

(via iseesigils)

Woke up in a magic nigger movie
With the bright lights pointed at me
As a metaphor
Teachin’ folks the score
About patience, understanding, agape babe
And sweet sweet amour

When I realized where I was
Did I stand up and testify
Oh, fist up signify
Or did I show off my soft shoe
Maybe teach ‘em a boogaloo
Too busy playing the whore

Oh loiterers united
Indivisible by shame
Hungry for those diamonds
Served on little severed bloody brown hands
Oh the bling drips
Oh the bling drips down
Fallin’ down just like rain

I don’t wanna cast pearls to swine
I don’t wanna march peacefully
No no no no no no no no no
New negro politician
Is stirring
Is stirring
Is stirring inside me
No there’s nothing inside me
But an angry heart beat
Can you feel this heart beat?

Oh fear we’re fallin’ off
Oh terror we’re pained
Oh hunger we’re stavin’ off
Roasted vermin sustain…
This shit will have to sustain

Shootin’ doves from off balconies
They wanna shackle the lame
By now you know their game

Little niña arose
Went to stand by her payphone
Waited for her caller to ring, said
Ask me anything

I just asked for Her
I just asked for her say so
And with permission
I’m gonna take liberty
And I’m tellin’ you to take it too
'Cause it's right there in front of you

Hey, desperate youth!
Oh, blood thirsty babes!
Oh your guns are pointed
Your guns are pointed the wrong way
Your guns are pointed the wrong way

(Source: sacredfemme)


 Jimi Hendrix photographed by Ron Raffaelli in Hawaii, 1968.

"honey, here’s a quarter go put it in the washing machine"