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poetimetropolitani:

Il famoso “rigatone”

poetimetropolitani:

Il famoso “rigatone”




designiumsubvertido:

Mimmo Rubino really knows the paths between brain and eyes!

Working in Rome alleys e gives an all new meaning to

"Realize

Real eyes

Real lies”

Paint your box


red-lipstick:

Farmer Dodds - Opium Poppy (Papaver Somniferum), 2010     Photography

red-lipstick:

Farmer Dodds - Opium Poppy (Papaver Somniferum), 2010     Photography


darksilenceinsuburbia:

Corey Arnold

Graveyard Point

Deep in Southwest Alaska, surrounded by mosquito and grizzly bear infested tundra, lies an abandoned salmon cannery known locally as Graveyard Point. The cannery sits at the mouth of the Kvichak River, one of the five rivers that empty into Bristol Bay, home to North America’s last great sockeye salmon run. During the months of June and July, about 130 commercial fishermen from around the country converge there to set up seasonal fishing residences in broken down dormitories and dilapidated shacks that have sat empty for decades. Old coffins from the point erode into the sea and the bones of unnamed fisherman collect at the tides edge. Dogs roam the beach chasing bears and four wheelers. The fishing work happens at a furious pace when tens of millions of sockeye salmon arrive within the same couple weeks every year on a mission to spawn. Men and woman work 20 hours a day pulling nets by hand from small open skiffs. In the end, great fortunes can be earned or lost, depending on the fisherman’s skill or luck and the avoidance of injury. I found my first work as a commercial fisherman near here in 1995. Today, I operate a set gillnet skiff and make my living picking fish at Graveyard Point. The photographs are a visual journal of my experience living here. Graveyard is a very unique and special community of characters who’s future is threatened by the upstream discovery of a massive copper and gold deposit. The Pebble Mine and its toxic tailings, if built, could eventually decimate the wild salmon population forever.


ohneooo:

beast-of-joy:

The concept is simple. Take a blank sheet with nothing but the basic outline of a pinup girl and illustrate a unique scene around her.”


plzsavethissoul:

saythankyoumaster:

Unzip my pants and sit on it.

beshaaa

plzsavethissoul:

saythankyoumaster:

Unzip my pants and sit on it.

beshaaa



catastrofe:

gotta change park

catastrofe:

gotta change park


polychroniadis:

Gordon Matta-Clark, 'Splitting Four Corners', 1974.


mymodernmet:

In the 1960s, Brooklyn-born photographer Arthur Tress turned towards an interest in the surreal and began creating bizarre works inspired by children’s dreams.


thedustyrebel:

Rub Kandy
Italian street artist Mimmo Rubino aka Rub Kandy’s WE TRUST truck nearly covered in tags. (Gowanus, Brooklyn)
More photos: Rub Kandy, Graffiti Trucks, Street Art

thedustyrebel:

Rub Kandy

Italian street artist Mimmo Rubino aka Rub Kandy’s WE TRUST truck nearly covered in tags. (Gowanus, Brooklyn)

More photos: Rub Kandy, Graffiti TrucksStreet Art


I went for a walk
Watched the cars go by
The sun was high
I thought of you

I went for a walk
The moon was glowin’
It sure was high
I thought of you

I went for a walk
Watched the cars go by
The sun was high
And so was I
I thought of you