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enferetsesfils:

Stories We Tell (2012) Sarah Polley. 

lookatthisstory:

Two wars, two veterans, both homeless. Henry Addington, 67, served with the Navy in Vietnam and Dan Martin, 29, was a medic in Afghanistan.

If you ask them, homeless veterans might tell you they only have a vague idea of what they look like, or how they got to where they are. At least that was true of the few we met in San Diego.

There are about 50,000 homeless vets in the U.S., according to the Department of Veterans Affairs. Veterans who have struggled with drug use or mental illness, unemployment or criminal records — or any number of things.

NPR spoke with Henry, Dan and 7 other veterans in a pop-up portrait studio at Stand Down San Diego. Find out what they had to say.

theparisreview:

Listen to David Foster Wallace read “Death is Not the End,” from Brief Interviews with Hideous Men (1999). (via)

kameliendame:

George Balanchine, Serenade

Ludmilla Pagliero (with Mathilde Froustey in the front!)

Ph. Sebastien Mathé

newyorker:

While working as an electrician at Windows on the World, in 2001, Konstantin Petrov documented the banalities of the World Trade Center. Nick Paumgarten writes:

“Inadvertently or not, he left behind a ghostly record, apparently the only one, of this strange twentieth-century aerie, as though he’d been sent here for this purpose alone.”

All photographs by Konstantin Petrov

minestuck:

alternate title: young children gawk at flaming homosexuals

thedailyballet:

Paloma Herrera and Marcelo Gomes in The Brahms-Haydn Variations.

Photo by Rosalie O’Connor. 

I’ve just returned from a trip to Paris. I couldn’t help but admire all the beautiful signage, typography and architecture scattered throughout the city. And so I’ve compiled some of my favourite findings.

fotojournalismus:

New York, 1983. Photos by Thomas Hoepker.

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Another Thin Man (1939)

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be. The only problem is that there is also so much other stuff, typically fixations with how people perceive us, how to get more of the things that we think will make us happy, and with keeping our weight down. So the real issue is how do we gently stop being who we aren’t? How do we relieve ourselves of the false fronts of people-pleasing and affectation, the obsessive need for power and security, the backpack of old pain, and the psychic Spanx that keeps us smaller and contained?

Here’s how I became myself: mess, failure, mistakes, disappointments, and extensive reading; limbo, indecision, setbacks, addiction, public embarrassment, and endless conversations with my best women friends; the loss of people without whom I could not live, the loss of pets that left me reeling, dizzying betrayals but much greater loyalty, and overall, choosing as my motto William Blake’s line that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love.

The magnificent Anne Lamott on how to begin becoming the person you were meant to be.

Pair with Lamott’s indispensable meditations on why perfectionism kills creativity and how we keep ourselves small by people-pleasing, then revisit Alan Watts on becoming who you really are

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red-lipstick:

Orbo aka Orbojunglist - Sisyphean Machine   *Repost - Other stopped animating

red-lipstick:

Orbo aka Orbojunglist - Sisyphean Machine   *Repost - Other stopped animating

intothegreatunknown:

Sunset | New York City, USA (by messyrican)