It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.

Spike Jonze ( Her )

Interview: Thierry Noir — The Berlin Wall painter on his work, the challenges of street art and painting on the moon. 

Debbie Harry in New York City, 1977

Oscar Niemeyer

El verdadero amor es nada que quitar y nada que agregar

Alejandro Jodorowsky 
La Danza de la Realidad
This man is extremely contagious… his dedication at the age 85 ceases to amaze me.
lydia anne mccarthy