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asleeplikedeathx · 2 years
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Sergei Polunin, Flying, New York City, Albert Watson, 2017
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asleeplikedeathx · 4 years
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And there is more…
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asleeplikedeathx · 4 years
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Actors
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asleeplikedeathx · 5 years
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Caleb and Ezra Miller - Paris Fashion Week - September 24
How cool is that?? 🖤🖤🖤
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asleeplikedeathx · 5 years
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These human remains were unearthed in 1972 at the Teppe Hasanlu archaeological site, located in Iran. It had been burned after a military attack that had spread quickly through the town and killed many people. The skeletons were found in a plaster grain bin and are thought to have been hiding from soldiers, but quickly died of asphyxia. The skeletons are male and female (female on left) and have been buried for 2800 years. Due to the fact that the couple appears to be kissing each other, perhaps to signify eternal love, this photograph earned the title of The 2800 Years Old Kiss.
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asleeplikedeathx · 5 years
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More from our beautiful ginger boy!!
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Caleb by  THOMAS WHITESIDE for GQ Style
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asleeplikedeathx · 5 years
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From caitcronenberg’s insta!! Caleb back in 2012
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asleeplikedeathx · 5 years
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Jean Harlow, 1935, photo by George Hurrell
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asleeplikedeathx · 6 years
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asleeplikedeathx · 6 years
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Caleb Landry Jones for Elle Czech
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asleeplikedeathx · 6 years
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Christian. Slater’s. Voice.
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asleeplikedeathx · 6 years
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Caleb for Saint Laurent at the new issue of GQ Thailand (November 2018). I want to thank @skarsjoy for the heads-up!!
I’m still trying to recover. My heart skipped to the beat for one second…
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asleeplikedeathx · 6 years
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“Watching Sergei is like watching a painting being painted” ~Rankin
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asleeplikedeathx · 6 years
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2018: Wishes. Serendipity
Wish Number One: Serendipity. Are occurrences like these two standing together in this moment a gift from the heavens? Or just naturally occurring, serendipitous acts of randomness and nature? I don’t know, but I often wonder. Did I tell the child to stand there? No. This kind of serendipity and the ability to recognize it instantly is definitely at the heart of street photography. Luck? Another word for Serendipity plus hard work. I often worry that pictures like this one are gifts from some higher power…but truthfully? They are a product of an environmental alchemy that produces true gold when the right basic elements come together….and I hope to be a witness.
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asleeplikedeathx · 6 years
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Kaleidoscope Eyes (My favorite kind ) I roused him and asked if he needed something. I told him he was falling asleep in his sandwich. Can I get you something? He was slurred a bit, and seemed out of sync with the surrounding hustle and noise of the McDonald’s foot traffic. He was very disturbed by the constant cold draft of the entrance, and couldn’t make peace with the icy blasts that punctuated nearly every moment. His eyes were beautiful and warm and kaleidoscopic. Instantly engaging, and at odds with my initial assumptions. They were alert, and warm, and happy to see me. And it was Christmas Day and who doesn’t love when someone is happy to see you? There’s better gift.
He wanted hot coffee and I hustled to get it for him. My friend had by this time arrived, a fellow street photographer, and he gave him some fresh orange juice. It was a strange paradox, my assumptions of drunkenness, mental illness, or monumental fatigue caused by too many nights without shelter. I feel stupid now….as I sat, I realized that he didn’t smell of alcohol. His eyes told a different story. He was able to follow the conversation and, although his physical self behaved otherwise, his eyes conveyed no slouch, or sleepiness, or anything at all aside from a pleasant warmth at being the center of attention on a cold Christmas Day in the McDonald’s on Canal Street.
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