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“It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as though Juliek’s soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings—his last hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again…When I awoke, in the daylight, I could see Juliek, opposite me, slumped over, dead. Near him lay his violin, smashed, trampled, a strange overwhelming little corpse.”

—   Elie Wiesel, “Night”

tuneage:

Chet Faker - Gold

In both video and song, Chet Faker excels at sultry simplicity. His smokey but fragile voice over the clapping, the serpentine silhouettes of roller girls.

The song is smooth, despite Faker’s Australian roots, he’s obviously inspired by Motown, Bon Iver and R&B. The girls’ (Appleusa McGlynn, April Corley, Candice Heiden) choreography a deliciously and buttery accompaniment to this feel good croon.

Gold is entrancing and perfect for late night listening. 

Get Gold on iTunes today.

p.s. if Faker looks or sounds familiar to you, it might be because his cover of No Diggity went viral awhile back.

Thanks to invincibeard for introducing me to this awesome track.

(via tuneage)

tastefullyoffensive:

"I nominate Mona Lisa and the Girl with the Pearl Earring." [via]

tastefullyoffensive:

"I nominate Mona Lisa and the Girl with the Pearl Earring." [via]

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vanessasaccone:

I’d like to start a photography project focusing on one human. Catching them in there everyday routine, no posing, no smiling for the camera, just being themselves. I think that would be truly beautiful.

tsabe:

72 Degrees in the shade.
The Animated Self Portrait 
T.S Abe

tsabe:

72 Degrees in the shade.

The Animated Self Portrait 

T.S Abe

(Source: tsabe.co.uk, via carrrabiner)

becausejensenackless:

unamusedsloth:

Baby goats aka kids are for everyone.

I need 20.

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internetgurls:

Asher Penn

Untitled (Institutional Critique), 2012

Young Art

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medicineineed:

The bed one though

medicineineed:

The bed one though

“So how do I justify putting our we-ness out in the world by writing about it? I can’t. It’s something I’ve always done; SL accepts this in me: half living life so I can get down to really living it by writing about it. I wrote my first kiss more fully than I lived it. I wouldn’t know what I looked like in relation to SL, my twin, if I didn’t describe it on the page.”

—   "White Girls" by Hilton Als

Brandi Carlile

If I were to name one artist who had a vice grip on my soul, it would be Brandi Carlile. I have been listening to her a lot lately, rediscovering her voice that isn’t even a voice. It’s a fine-tuned instrument that bends and trembles at her whim. I was seventeen years old when I heard and saw the video for “The Story” back when I was attached to Grey’s Anatomy. I fell in love with the song, like the rest of the world, but at that point, I don’t think many people, including me, knew about her sexuality. I was in college when one of my best friends re-introduced me to Brandi. She burned me one of her albums. I listened to it and found out that Brandi had been an out musician for a few years. I remember loving her even more for that little fact, and consciously deciding not to like her on Facebook out of fear that my friends would think I am gay (which I was, but was hiding from me and everyone else).

Tonight I “liked” Brandi on Facebook. I love Brandi. She was a guiding light for me when I was afraid to be myself. She was a role model. She is a successful, soulful, beautiful human being who happens to be gay, and such a tremendous advocate for human rights.

One of my favorite quotes is by James Baldwin. He wrote, “To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.” Brandi embodies everything about this quote. She emanates a sense of vulnerability, of strength, of intense love (of music, of fans, of life). And an artistry that no doubt developed over her lifetime, but is also innate, and something unique to her soul.

I went to her show in the fall of the year I came out. I wore Chucks and a vest, looking gay as hell, and sat in the balcony. She sung “Turpentine” and I sang, sang my heart out, in the three-part harmony. I will never forget that evening. It went a little like this:

I was deeply moved by this rendition:

And this song:

I’m basking in her magic.