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Villa Biçen, Bursa
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Philip-Lorca diCorcia
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Nan Goldin, Cookie at Tin Pan Alley, 1983
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Pieter Janssens Elinga, Interior.
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Pieter Janssens Elinga, Room in a Dutch House, 1660-1670.
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Pieter Janssens Elinga, Interior with Painter, Reading Woman, and Sweeping Maid, 1665-70.
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Jeff Wall, Morning Cleaning, Mies van der Rohe Foundation, Barcelona, 1999.
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Richard Fauguet, 2000-2005.
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Richard Fauguet, 2000
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From left, “Looking at Pictures on a Screen,” 1977; “My Parents,” 1977; “Henry Geldzahler and Christopher Scott,” 1968-1969; “Mr. and Mrs. Clark and Percy,” 1970-1971.
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High Court of Justice in India, Le Corbusier, 1955, 
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Edmund Blair Leighton, tablonun adı Off, 1899 tarihli. Her nedense adını pek taşıyamayan çocuklar gibi. 
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Not a big fun of the Burt Lancaster’s back, yet this one is for the sake of The Swimmer. 
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Surrounded by all these blue and sunny surfaces, a dark and old photo taken on 17 February 2015. I’ve mentioned it with this O’Hara classic, résumé of that unusual, long and hard, oddly poetic winter, already a classic itself. 
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastroph of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of 
that? I mean, what do I,
perhaps I am myself again. 
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