Bérénice Bejo and Tahar Rahim for Telerama Magazine.

Bérénice Bejo and Tahar Rahim for Telerama Magazine.

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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (x)

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (x)

Nobody can know about this, alright? Especially Kent. And why is that? Because he’s going to use it against me…

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In celebration of Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby, the film’s production designer Catherine Martin collaborated with Tiffany & Co. on the Fifth Avenue flagship store’s windows

Top - Tiered champagne glasses allude to the overflowing decadence of the Jazz Age.

Bottom -An effervescent toast to Jazz Age glamour.

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Inside every grandmother there sits
an attractive young girl mouthing pieties,
complaining of sore lips or God knows what.
They prophesy the past with unerring accuracy;
history for them is painful gossip
half way between myth and memory.
They are nodding terms with skeletons
who take the shape of husbands in dull rooms,
and they can tell the future as it shrinks
into its faint determined pattern.
It’s hard to like them, harder still to dislike them.
Their faces are light wrinkles in the water.

The Lukács Baths, George Szirtes

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There were the books, and wolves were in the books.
They roamed between words. They snarled and loped
through stories with bedraggled wolfish looks

at which the hackles rose and the world stopped
in horror, and she read them because she knew
the pleasures of reading, the page being rapt

with the magic of the fierce, and she could do
the talk of such creatures. So one day
when teacher asked if there were any who

could read, she rose as if the task were play,
to claim the story where she felt at home.
The tale was Riding Hood, the wolf was grey.

The fierceness was the wood where grey wolves roam.
She read it round, she read it through and through
It was as if the wolf were hers to comb,

like those bedraggled creatures in the zoo
that, trapped behind the bars, would snarl and stride
as you’d expect a page or wolf to do.

The Wolf Reader by George Szirtes (via slaughteringlamb)

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New York And London Double-Exposed!

Today we’re spotlighting the work of photographer Daniella Zalcman, whose stunning New York + London series of superimposed photos takes Instagram images to a new level. Navigating between travel and art photography, Zalcman documented her major transnational relocation to London from New York with this set of overlapping photographs of both cities. Her meticulous compositions produce synergy and dissonance in the same frame, heightening their visual contrast and strong atmospheric presence. Click through to see more!

You’ve no idea
how I want to be the blood
pumping through your heart

Clementine von Radics, “Morning Haiku” (via itsserenwrap)