Romeo Gigli velvet coat in Vanity, Ottobre 1989. Photographed by Alistair Taylor-Young. Headpiece by Simon Costin.
Benjamin Sack — Suburbs of Utopia (pen, ink, on woven paper, 2012)
Sergey Shigolev- Morning Stars, 1928.
tiles, united states c. 1880s.
7 years ago today: May 13th 2018 paper collage „Ich suche immer nur zweierlei Orte auf – die, an denen man sich traf, und die, an denen man sich möglichst nicht wieder begegnet“ („I always return only to two kinds of places – the ones where we met, and the ones where we hopefully won’t meet again“). The second of the „Montréal Tetralogie“, and its title more true than ever.
The Angel, Standing in the Sun
Joseph Mallord William Turner
oil on canvas, 1846
“I had been right, I was still right, I was always right.”
Albert Camus, The Stranger
to brush most people's probing aside
is effortless, deflecting blows so they never see you - I've had to catch myself noticing people in weak moments. they make you feel like some unfathomable pillar
created by something ancient or alien, or maybe just yourself.
I despise the predatory element,
a weakness seen
that could blend in better -
now it’s something kind,
learning what makes people tick. I wonder if other people like me exist
building fortresses of knowledge
no one suspects we possess -
I catch myself studying people,
watching from outside the circle
of normal human interaction.
it’s not malicious,
just different -
a compulsion maybe, or just curiosity distilled into methodical observation.
it started as survival,
now I notice the pause before a practiced lie,
the subtle shift in posture when someone feels threatened -
all these blaring, bright neon signs I used to try to mimic.
sometimes I wonder if they can tell
I’m building libraries of their expressions,
cataloging their reactions
and how they signal belonging - it’s exhausting work.
sometimes I catch someone watching me,
an eye-meet, wonder-if they’re like me moment, or if they just sense something off
and wrong -
we were constellations once,
maybe now there’s just a slight delay
in recognition,
while I wonder if they’re like me
collecting a moment for too long.
Found in an old polish apartament building. Most probably it is the main switch for the building.