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The nautilus. The hungry eye. 1956.

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I don’t feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall – like seeking love in a whorehouse.

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

Photo by Diane Arbus

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Elsa Lanchester

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Forbidden Planet robot

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Long Island City, New York, 1969

Erich Hartmann

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WOW｜INORI - PRAYER-

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Ray Guns of the 1930s-1950s

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Duet, Jill M. Armstrong

Via The Irregular Anatomist

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“I am in no way interested in immortality, but only in the taste of tea.”

— Lu Tung

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“Nothing like a little disaster for sorting things out.”

Blow-Up (1966)