Remembering when my reaction to a picturesque moment like this one was far more existential than “oh my shit, I have to (insta)gram that.” (Taken with instagram)
Stacks of Duncansby by bm^ on Flickr.
“The Forgotten Man” by John McNaughton.
So…this is art?
I like to just stare at paintings by Magritte.
Mon dieu, je suis désolé mon français est merde.
(I really hope I got the accents right, that’s how bad I suck at it).
Louis Garrel yum.
My hair doesn’t Afro. This is fucking Edward scissor hands shit. (Taken with instagram)
I love you both.
Sometimes I just randomly remember who the REAL silver fox is.
Louis Wain (5 August 1860 – 4 July 1939) was a schizophrenic artist whose images of cats changed as his mental health deteriorated
Louis Wain was an artist and he did have schizophrenia; however, his cat paintings did not become more complex or bizarre in correlation with any deterioration of mental health. His paintings are often presented out of order along with this simple explanation so that people can gawk at the clear artistic evidence of crazy, but it simply isn’t true & it isn’t Wain’s story at all.
(via therapsida)
