Magdalena Frackowiak in “An affair to remember” by Nathaniel Goldberg for Vogue China, September 2014.


These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

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Natasha Poly by Panos Yiapanis for Muse fall 2009
I am lonely. I’ve been like that since I was young. But I think I am a person that needs to be lonely.
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what it’s like to be an artist, writer, musician, ….

Eilean Donan Castle, Scotland.35mm.

Ishtar by Roberto Ferri

and if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one, ’cause most of us are bitter over someone.

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Boo Boo Hoo


Monica Bellucci drowns in a honey downpour ph. by Fabrizio Ferri

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