infiniteradius

[infiniteradius]

[infiniteradius]

Ruth Marten

[infiniteradius]

William Seabrook. A bondage and sensory deprivation device, designed by Seabrook and Justine and custom-made by Abercrombie & Fitch in the 1930s. (via Pin by Peter Tupper on History of BDSM | Pinterest)

[infiniteradius]

“Humanity’s self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.”

— Walter Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,“ 1936

[infiniteradius]

[infiniteradius]

[infiniteradius]

[infiniteradius]

Kokain, portrait of Maria Orska. Becker and Mass,1926

[infiniteradius]

Involuntary clairvoyant. The Rosicrucian cosmo-conception. 1929.

Internet Archive

From a book uploaded by associate-jenna-risano.

[infiniteradius]

there is a level of seduction that exists beyond the body. something less tangible, and perhaps more potent. anais nin understood this idea about how desire does not begin with touch but with language, perception, and the sharp electric pull of a mind that challenges and excites you. in her journals, desire is not just a physical hunger but a hunger of the intellect, an unraveling of thought before an unraveling of the body. to be drawn into someone’s mind, to feel their thoughts press against your own, can be more intoxicating than any physical closeness.

—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed

[infiniteradius]

[infiniteradius]

Costumed violinist, 1943. From the Budapest municipal photography company archive.

[infiniteradius]

Nibbia Chapel, Six and one abroad, 1914

[infiniteradius]

Doll by Hermine Moos modeled after Alma Mahler commissioned by Oskar Kokoschka.

[infiniteradius]

Mona Paiva, Paris, 1928.

[infiniteradius]

“Humanity’s self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.”

— Walter Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,“ 1936

[infiniteradius]

NOCTURNE No. 2

Night was my vigil; I sat it alone, A nighttime of years never-ending, Years by myself where light was unknown, The darkness severe and unbending. I came upon means in my decades-long fight To only but briefly relieve it, And in certain moments I thought I'd found light But I was a fool to believe it.

Oliver Sheppard, Thirteen Nocturnes