BEAUTIFUL HAIR!
Styled by Sidney.
me!
In March read the books you’ve always meant to read (LOC) (by The Library of Congress)
How you start your day is how you’re going to live your day. And how you live your day is the way you live your life.
— Louise Hay (via myquotelibrary)
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npr:
I came across this incredible virtual tour of the Sistine Chapel today. It’s from 2010 and presents an amazing (and tourist free) look inside the building.
To create the 365-degree view, a team from Villanova University was given unprecedented access to the chapel over five nights to compile the necessary images. According to the university’s press release, “several thousand photographs were taken with an advances motorize camera right and then digitally stitched together”. The result is a stunning high-resolution tour of one of the world’s most famous buildings.
The building was consecrated on August 15, 1483 and named after Pope Sixtus IV della Rovere. It wasn’t until 1508, however, that Michelangoelo was tasked with painting the now famous ceiling. According to the Vatican’s website, he finished it in 1512.
Take some time and discover this amazing piece of history.
—Savy
The opposite of a glance, by the way, is a glimpse: because in a glance, we see only for a second, and in a glimpse, the object shows itself only for a second.
— James Elkins from The Object Stares Back: On the Nature of Seeing (via gravellyrun)
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Words require almost nuclear energy we have too much furniture, You have to give it back -C.S. Henderson
just to be thought, let alone breathed.
That’s why I like to deal everything in
with images and say “shit” instead
of what I mean. I’d tell you I love you
enough to burn down the avalanche,
but that requires a new set of principles
in which to angle light into the room -
too many places to sit and lose coins
and sleep. I get sleepier the more
constructive we get, and oh! to sleep
with one another is wholly different
from what we call love: it’s mangling
time into a wreath of twisted brass.
before we can move on.
We decided to cut the ugly
moorings once we had enough
rotting dreams to fill the lifeboat.
We cried at the beauty
of a new landscape,
not realizing we had
been there before.
—
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In honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, here’s a telegram he sent to his wife Coretta Scott King on Valentine’s Day of 1957. (source)
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A trip through the “bike-crime underbelly”—and the futility of new technology when it comes to preventing it:
The purpose of stealing a bike, after all, is to sell it. SFPD’s McCloskey estimated that 90 percent of bike thieves are drug addicts. In America’s rough streets, there are four forms of currency—cash, sex, drugs, and bicycles. Of those, only one is routinely left outside unattended. So the story of bike thieves would not be complete without a trip through the second half of the transaction—the recycling of cycles.
Stolen bikes suffer many fates. In the Bay Area, they are often sold at flea markets, particularly in Alameda, just south of Oakland. In Portland, within hours of being taken, a few will appear at pawn shops just outside city limits, where documentation rules are lax. But just as they do in New York City, which shut down most ad hoc bike dealers years ago, the majority end up online, either on eBay or on Craigslist, the black hole of bicycles.
“Who Pinched My Ride?” — Patrick Symmes, Outside
See also: “Anatomy of a Greenpoint Bike Accident.” — Camille Dodero, Village Voice, Aug. 17, 2011
