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“Faced with the daily prospects of failure and self-loathing, a numb chrysalis starts to develop around you, and if you are not careful you wake up one morning to find yourself not awake, but in a semi-comatose state, baked into a hardened shell, breathless and mind-numbing. You have to poke your finger through the hardened crispy shell, and after you’ve pushed it through you have to wiggle it about until eventually the hole is big enough to smash a whole fist through.”

— Tracey Emin, My Life in a Column, Friday 5 October 2007

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Graham Sutherland, Burning ruins-Wales, 1940

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Exhibition Poster: Schweiz Japan. Stephanie Cuérel / Josh Schaub. 2015

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Delphine Burtin, ‘Encouble’.

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Hiroshi Sugimoto, ‘Theaters - Wolf Building Rooftop, New York’, 2015.

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Harold Eugene Edgerton 

Dynamite Cap, 1956

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Vlada Roslyakova in ‘Пещерные Жители (Cave Dwellers)’

Photographer: Yelena Yemchuk

Vogue Russia November 2008

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Ritual Radio 06

http://ritual.radio-arte.com

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(Unknown). Master Thunder (Lei Gong). 1542.

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Hans Wegner CH33 Dining Chair, via theline.com

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The machine is not an it to be animated, worshipped, and dominated. The machine is us, our processes, an aspect of our embodiment. We can be responsible for machines; they do not dominate or threaten us. We are responsible for boundaries; we are they.

Donna Harraway, A Cyborg Manifesto (via becoming-vverevvolf)

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Erich Mendelsohn, staircase with lamp, IGM House, 1931. Berlin, Alte Jacobstraße. Gelatin silver print. © Photo: Kunstbibliothek der Staatlichen Museen zu Berlin, Dietmar Katz

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Fernand Khnopff