Renée Perle,The Forgotten Muse Of Jacques-Henri Lartigue.

“There is only one image my eyes remember…her mouth against mine, long, bare legs, hair against my cheek. And that scent! How I wish I could preserve every precious second of a love affair…the atmosphere, the colors, the dimensions and the perfume.”

– Jacques Henri Lartigues

Andrew Bird / Bloodless

Mop Mop feat. Fred Wesley & Anthony Joseph / Run Around

…just read it!

stoner

 

“Nothing had changed. Their lives had been expended in the cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed. Now they were in the earth to which they had given their lives; and slowly, year by year, the earth would take them. Slowly the damp and rot woudl infest the pine boxes which held their bodies, and slowly it would touch their flesh and finally it would consume the last vestiges of their substances. And they would become a meaningless part of that stubborn earth to which they had long ago given themselves.”
John Edward Williams, Stoner