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Thierry Mugler Spring 1997

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Thomas Bernhard, 1955

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From LES PHOTOGRAPHIES DE JOHN WILLIE, 1985

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𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚 🕸️

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on being orwellian with everything and everyone and the state of the state.

we’re having rough days right now and it’s not going to end well. at least that’s what my gut is telling me.

do you remember when 1984 was just a book? a damn good book. do you remember? i do. i still do. i’ve always wished for the stories in my books to become true but… neither with this book, nor with that story. or animal farm. these are just two books i’m deadly afraid of becoming reality.

and here we are.

or think of bradbury's fahrenheit 451. we’re banning books. and that is just the beginning. we don’t stop at banning books - first we ban them, then we burn them and in the end we burn people. don’t tell me i’m being polemical, you know i'm damn right. banning books and burning them means killing the creativity, the intelligence, and the soul of human beings. look at the united states where libraries are now full of emptiness. i know, i know - “full of emptiness”, i wish i could laugh right now but when i look in the mirror, i just see a painfully distorted grin. or take a look at thailand, where children’s books are banned for explaining the concept of democracy in an easy language. understandable for kids and… adults who maybe never had the chance of attending a school with higher education.

and here we are.

i live in austria. you may not be aware that we had an election last sunday. after seeing the outcome, i was furious and angry. but now, i feel kind of lethargic. it’s the kind of state where you’re not able to do anything and this is what i really feel right now.

right now, we haven’t banned any books… yet. right now, our language is not being controlled… yet. right now, we’re not experiencing 451 or 1984. but maybe 1933. and later, 1938.

in a time where human beings are not seen and considered as such, that’s the time where a society begins to rot. that’s the time democracy becomes just a word in a history book. that’s the time where humanity slowly dies. we’re having rough days right now and it’s not going to end well. at least that’s what my knowledge of history is telling me.

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Isabelle Adjani, 18 years old and suffering from severe hay fever, 1973 - by Anny Duperey (1947), French

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nosferatu

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had to chuckle a bit here, @gruntdottir

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Louise Glück

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on time leaving its marks

i just removed my watch from my wrist because my skin became really irritated. by irritated i mean a red-ish hue and i noticed a rather small swelling too. i read somewhere that some people react like that when wearing their watch too tightly on their wrist. but i have to admit, i just love the thought of time leaving its literal marks on me. maybe i am allergic to time (maybe that’s why i am chronically late all the time?), who knows. it’s only a thought i just had this morning.

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well, no cigs for me though.

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Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849

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on having an artists‘ collective

i often think about the time i had an artist group (or artists‘ collective, whatever you want to call such a thing). i named mine „import//export“; it was rather short-lived, but at least i had real joy and fun.

i wonder when exactly that spark of creativity got lost in the flames of my life.

we all need more art in our lives - more than ever before.

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dich suchend im dunkel der nacht in der vermeintlichen zweisamkeit hier im verborgenen, im schatten des großen vogels hier liegt meine sehnsucht zu dir und wartet meine stille sehnsucht, mein ewig währendes gewand blau ist die farbe, die wir suchen, nicht rot ce n‘est pas l‘amour c’est la tristesse und wenn wir uns erinnern wer wir einmal waren dann - und nur dann werden wir wieder sein

isabella a. // crl2688 (this time i wanted to post something in german)

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Raymond Chandler book covers by Tom Adams, 1972