Siena and Sevilla: 

Two and a half years ago, I went on a Mediterranean trip for my Easter break while studying abroad in London. I went to Sevilla and Florence back-to-back and found that the two cities had entirely different approaches to architecture. 

In Sevilla, the streets were sinewy - often narrow, but funneling the rich sensory details in a way that propelled me along every turn. In Florence, every facade was perfectly rectilinear. On the bus ride from Florence to Siena, every orchard, grove, or row of plants that I passed was laid out in equidistant rows. They looked exactly like the beach chairs in “Aerial Adria: An Italian Beach Resort Photographed from Above by Bernhard Lang." To me, what perfectly exemplified the Italian compulsion for exacting geometry was seeing an Italian student pull out a ruler, place it carefully under a line in her book, and draw a straight line. For the Italians, there is no sloppy underlining. 

In the Shadow of No Towers
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In the Shadow of No Towers

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(Source: pantheonbooks, via pantheonbooks)

humansofnewyork:

"When I was fifteen, I was raped by three boys while competing at a gymnastics tournament. I was so ashamed, that I stood on a train track, and waited for the train to come. At the last moment, I tried to jump away. I woke up after a month. It was the middle of the night, and I could immediately tell that something was missing. I started feeling all over my body, and that’s when I realized that I’d lost my arm. Now I counsel teenagers who have been diagnosed with HIV. I’m normally the first to meet with them after they get their results. I try to explain to them that there’s a way out of even the most impossible situations."
(Odessa, Ukraine)

humansofnewyork:

"When I was fifteen, I was raped by three boys while competing at a gymnastics tournament. I was so ashamed, that I stood on a train track, and waited for the train to come. At the last moment, I tried to jump away. I woke up after a month. It was the middle of the night, and I could immediately tell that something was missing. I started feeling all over my body, and that’s when I realized that I’d lost my arm. Now I counsel teenagers who have been diagnosed with HIV. I’m normally the first to meet with them after they get their results. I try to explain to them that there’s a way out of even the most impossible situations."

(Odessa, Ukraine)

poetrysince1912:

Tony Fitzpatrick, “The Day Lou Reed Set Me Free”

Tony’s last show in Chicago, The Secret Birds, will be at the Poetry Foundation July 1- September 12

These pieces are pages 335-343 in Poetry magazine, July/August 2013

Walk on the Wild Side, 2013, gouache, ink, watercolor, and paper ephemera, 8 x 10 in.
Looking for Soul Food, 2013, gouache, ink, watercolor, and paper ephemera, 6 x 8 in.
Lady Eyebrows, 2013, gouache, ink, watercolor, and paper ephemera, 6 x 8 in.
Kid Apollo, 2013, gouache, ink, watercolor, and paper ephemera, 6 x 8 in.
Kid Hustle, 2013, gouche, ink, watercolor, and paper ephemera, 7 x 9 in.
Candy Came, from Out on the Island, 2013, gouache, ink, watercolor, and paper ephemera, 7 x 9 in.

valentineuhovski:

Mondrian inspired glass tea house by Hiroshi Sugimoto in Venice. 

valentineuhovski:

Mondrian inspired glass tea house by Hiroshi Sugimoto in Venice. 

"It’s always surprising to me how many young women think they have to be perfect. I rarely meet a young man who doesn’t think he already is."

 Hillary Clinton speaking at Simmons Leadership Conference (via femininefreak)

SHOTS FIRED.

(via unforgettabledetritus)

(via afternoonsnoozebutton)

"You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”."

Erin McKean

"ALL YOU NEED IS THE RIGHT KIND OF LOVE"

— Billboard in LA 

hip-hop-zombie:

same