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shopghost:

Keira Knightley stars as Coco Chanel in Karl Lagerfeld’s new short film, “Once Upon A Time…”

shopghost:

Keira Knightley stars as Coco Chanel in Karl Lagerfeld’s new short film, “Once Upon A Time…”

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shopghost:

Be a dark beauty and put on your purple pout.

shopghost:

Be a dark beauty and put on your purple pout.

photojojo:

Just a few selections from Hong Yi’s “31 days of creativity with food!”

She’ll be starting a whole new 30 day project soon, and you can see more at her Instagram @redhongyi.

Awesomely Creative Food Play Photos

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disturber-magazine:

THOMAS RUFF “photograms and ma.r.s.” at David Zwirner, New York

Thomas Ruff‘s work is currently being exhibited at the David Zwirner Gallery in New York; the show presents two productions by Ruff, including the world premiere of the series “photograms”. Working in distinct series since the late 1970s, Ruff has approached different genres of photography, including portraiture, architecture, astronomy, the nude, surveillance imagery, and reportage.  This is Ruff’s seventh solo show since his joining David Zwirner in 2000.

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joshuaowen:

Chest of suitcases by Maarten De Ceulaer

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beautiful..

photojojo:

Photographs of dancers in motion stand in a crowded field, but these shots by Brian Kuhlmann really grabbed our attention. Initially, Brian was inspired by the Deepwater Horizon oil spill of 2010.

Using a few friends who were professional dancers, Brian photographed their motions in a way that seems like they’re underwater.

Dancers in Motion Appear to be Underwater

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theclotheshorse:

joan smalls photographed by patrick demarchelier

Mthatcher rip
vanityfair:

Martin, Maggie, and Me
In an excerpt from his memoir, late contributing editor Christopher Hitchens recalls the first time he met Margaret Thatcher: 

Within moments, too, I had turned away and was showing her my buttocks. I suppose that I must give some sort of explanation for this. Almost as soon as we shook hands on immediate introduction, I felt that she knew my name and had perhaps connected it to the socialist weekly that had recently called her rather sexy. While she struggled adorably with this moment of pretty confusion, I felt obliged to seek controversy and picked a fight with her on a detail of Rhodesia/Zimbabwe policy. She took me up on it. I was (as it happened) right on the small point of fact, and she was wrong. But she maintained her wrongness with such adamantine strength that I eventually conceded the point and even bowed slightly to emphasize my acknowledgment. “No,” she said. “Bow lower!” Smiling agreeably, I bent forward a bit farther. “No, no,” she trilled. “Much lower!” By this time, a little group of interested bystanders was gathering. I again bent forward, this time much more self-consciously. Stepping around behind me, she unmasked her batteries and smote me on the rear with the parliamentary order paper that she had been rolling into a cylinder behind her back. I regained the vertical with some awkwardness. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and gave an almost imperceptibly slight roll of the hip while mouthing the words “Naughty boy!”

Read more here. 

Mthatcher rip

vanityfair:

Martin, Maggie, and Me

In an excerpt from his memoir, late contributing editor Christopher Hitchens recalls the first time he met Margaret Thatcher: 

Within moments, too, I had turned away and was showing her my buttocks. I suppose that I must give some sort of explanation for this. Almost as soon as we shook hands on immediate introduction, I felt that she knew my name and had perhaps connected it to the socialist weekly that had recently called her rather sexy. While she struggled adorably with this moment of pretty confusion, I felt obliged to seek controversy and picked a fight with her on a detail of Rhodesia/Zimbabwe policy. She took me up on it. I was (as it happened) right on the small point of fact, and she was wrong. But she maintained her wrongness with such adamantine strength that I eventually conceded the point and even bowed slightly to emphasize my acknowledgment. “No,” she said. “Bow lower!” Smiling agreeably, I bent forward a bit farther. “No, no,” she trilled. “Much lower!” By this time, a little group of interested bystanders was gathering. I again bent forward, this time much more self-consciously. Stepping around behind me, she unmasked her batteries and smote me on the rear with the parliamentary order paper that she had been rolling into a cylinder behind her back. I regained the vertical with some awkwardness. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and gave an almost imperceptibly slight roll of the hip while mouthing the words “Naughty boy!”

Read more here

jessicayeh:

Bouroullec chairs for the University of Copenhagen

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malofamerica:

StockholmStreetStyle

malofamerica:

StockholmStreetStyle

bookmania:

Bath Old Books, Bath. A bookshop located at 9c Margarets Buildings in the Avon town of Bath that offers a good range of second-hand stock on two floors. Bath Old Books particularly caters for readers interested in art books, illustrated books, children’s books, literature, topography and travel. (Photo by Mcalister.C)

bookmania:

Bath Old Books, Bath. A bookshop located at 9c Margarets Buildings in the Avon town of Bath that offers a good range of second-hand stock on two floors. Bath Old Books particularly caters for readers interested in art books, illustrated books, children’s books, literature, topography and travel. (Photo by Mcalister.C)