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lOne day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
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taryn-lindquist:

6 am at it’s finest
15.03.14

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untrustyou:

JEBphoto 

inferencing:

i hope im one of those kids who turns hot after high school and then everybody regrets not hooking up with me

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tuckerbaileyco:

High Line Billboard
Jonas Wood, Shelf Still Life
January 2 - February 3, 2014

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aerbor:

William Eggleston

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I remember having this friend in school who said she didn’t like the Beach Boys. And in that moment I knew we couldn’t be friends anymore.

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Bieke Depoorter

After the Revolution: Interior lives in Egypt

The change demanded by tens of thousands of people in Tahrir Square more than three years ago came quickly and subsided even faster. The leader of three decades, Hosni Mubarak, finally stepped down; a democratic vote put the Muslim Brotherhood at the seat of power; and the nation’s army chief, who helped orchestrate a coup last July, resigned—only to run for president. That turmoil, along with a deadly crackdown on Islamists and attacks on the press, has made progress hard to pin down.

Bieke Depoorter, a photographer based in Ghent, Belgium, found a way to capture the often-unseen reality of a nation collapsing into its past. She would ask people on the streets of Cairo and other areas to stay a night in their homes. In each of her four several-week trips since late 2011, she would spend a few nights photographing, each time with a different family, then take a day off and repeat. She’s been to between 30 and 40 homes but denied entry from far more.

Depoorter, 27, doesn’t know Arabic, but the language barrier hasn’t proven a fault. “By not speaking, just being together, you can really get to know each other in a more thoughtful and real way,” she says. “People give me a lot and I give a lot, and it’s easier with strangers because they know I’m going away the next morning,” she adds. “It’s a very short, intense moment. It’s there and it will never come back.”




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gemmaword:

'Brooklyn Gang' 1959, photographs by Bruce Davidson

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calms:

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azurea:

Italy in the 1980’s by Charles H. Traub.

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