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I Want To Ride My Bicycle Poster

inspirationfeed:

I Want To Ride My Bicycle Poster

oldhollywood:

Stefania Sandrelli & Jean-Louis Trintignant in The Conformist (1970, dir. Bernardo Bertolucci) (via)
“To me, making a film is like resolving conflicts between light and dark, cold and warmth, blue and orange or other contrasting colors. There should be a sense of energy, or change of movement. A sense that time is going on - light becomes night, which reverts to morning. Life becomes death.
Making a film is like documenting a journey and using light in the style that best suits that particular picture…the concept behind it.”
-The Conformist cinematographer Vittorio Storaro (via)

oldhollywood:

Stefania Sandrelli & Jean-Louis Trintignant in The Conformist (1970, dir. Bernardo Bertolucci) (via)

“To me, making a film is like resolving conflicts between light and dark, cold and warmth, blue and orange or other contrasting colors. There should be a sense of energy, or change of movement. A sense that time is going on - light becomes night, which reverts to morning. Life becomes death.

Making a film is like documenting a journey and using light in the style that best suits that particular picture…the concept behind it.”

-The Conformist cinematographer Vittorio Storaro (via)

itsaboutinterior:

Baker D. Chirico by March.

itsaboutinterior:

Baker D. Chirico by March.

weandthecolor:

Illustration
by Enkel Dika

weandthecolor:

Illustration

by Enkel Dika

Reluctance- Robert Frost

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question “Whither?”

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

weandthecolor:

Hairy Drawing
by artist Hong Chun Zhang.
More art inspiration.
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weandthecolor:

Hairy Drawing

by artist Hong Chun Zhang.

More art inspiration.

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W.A.T.C. // Facebook // Twitter // Google+

sabino:

by diego dos santos

sabino:

by diego dos santos

eightiesart:

TERENCE LA NOUE

eightiesart:

TERENCE LA NOUE

newyorker:

Cartoon of the day. Don’t forget to enter this week’s caption contest: http://nyr.kr/r46had
For more football coverage, read Reeves Wideman’s piece on Tim Tebow and divine mystery over on our Sporting Scene blog: http://nyr.kr/s0Jn6v

newyorker:

Cartoon of the day. Don’t forget to enter this week’s caption contest: http://nyr.kr/r46had

For more football coverage, read Reeves Wideman’s piece on Tim Tebow and divine mystery over on our Sporting Scene blog: http://nyr.kr/s0Jn6v