Gene Tierney
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
—James Joyce (via amiquote)
Henri Cartier-Bresson
(Source: wine-loving-vagabond, via iconophily)
Kozák Lajos Budapest, 1930 (via undr)
Il suo fianco era il mio. La sua voce era come abbracciarla.
—Cesare Pavese,Il compagno (via apneadiparole)
In honor of the birth of one of my favorite artists on this day many years ago, Gustave Caillebotte (1848-1894).
“Les raboteurs de parquet” (1875)
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What makes my Thinker think is that he thinks not only with his brain, with his knitted brow, his distended nostrils and compressed lips, but with every muscle of his arms, back, and legs, with his clenched fist and gripping toes.
—Auguste Rodin (via 123fakestreet)
Tolouse-Lautrec with (behind) one of his posters.
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