Rue de Nazaré
From Jean Dieuzaide: Yan
Janine Niepce, The Little Skater, 1954
(Source: arsvitaest, via deadgirls)
(via Super Punch: Paintings by Daniel Danger | Wookmark)
Arthur Rimbaud: My Bohemian Life (Fantasy)
I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;
My overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them.
– Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
– My stars in the sky rustled softly.
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides
On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine;
And while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows,
I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics
Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart!
- As translated by Oliver Bernard: Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)
Image - Le Fou (“The Fool”), from the Jergot Tarot, 17th century. (Encyclopedia Britannica)
Bela Lugosi as Dracula
(1931, dir. Tod Browning)
From The Annotated Dracula by Leonard Wolf
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves. — Roald Dahl, The BFG (via liquidnight)
Hay un momento en que todos los obstáculos se derrumban, todos los conflictos se apartan, y a uno se le ocurren cosas que no había soñado, y entonces no hay en la vida nada mejor que escribir. — Gabriel García Márquez (via wine-loving-vagabond)
(Source: nouvelllefleur, via wine-loving-vagabond)