me – tinfoilparachute

Likely the last full week here, and it’s strange not to tell anyone.

continual disappointment, explicitly stated

Blur like sotong 🦑

flashofgod:

Sabine Weiss, Place de Breteuil, 1950.

the-night-picture-collector:

Harold Feinstein, Asleep on the Subway Train, 1947

lucybellwood:

Runaway.

Actually made it to Ai Weiwei’s thing at The Armory, to be greeted by creepy face-recognizing drones.

Realized this morning how put-together everyone on subway and in the street looks in their perfectly ironed shirts and whatever the latest trend shoes. In the meantime, I still feel like I just groggily rolled out of bed, and of the hour and a half spent at home, only about five minutes were spent on actually getting ready, grabbing whatever lay crumpled on top of the drawer, and accessorizing it with whatever was for L’s breakfast that got transferred from the grubby little fingers on to my shirt and pants.
How do other people do it?

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