Bob Dylan playing pinball. Photographer unknown

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Designer @im_manisharora stuns the crowd with this 3d embellished skirt, brimming with pearls, sequins and flowers. #PFW #SS15

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Louis Armstrong’s Band, Barcelona

catala roca 1955

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listening to Vivaldi always puts a little


in my step



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the motto

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Dries Van Note Spring-Summer 2015


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When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

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Edvard Munch, The Kiss, 1897

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John F. Kennedy gazes out on New York Harbor from a ferry, October 1960


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I’m not going to dial down my moves. Okay, then neither will I.

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Kaya Scodelario - Interview Magazine - October 2014
Photographed by Tung Walsh

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Jean-Michel Basquiat, Portrait of Andy Warhol as a Banana

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During the campaign against Potidea, when [Alcibiades] was still a young adult, he was assigned Socrates as his tent-mate and companion on the battlefield. A fierce engagement took place in which both men displayed great bravery, and when Alcibiades fell wounded, Socrates stood over him, kept the enemy at bay, and manifestly, in plain view of everyone, saved him along with his arms and armour. By all rights, then, the prize for valour should have gone to Socrates, but because of his high rank in society the commanders were obviously very eager for Alcibiades to have the glory. Wanting to increase Alcibiades’ ambitious determination to succeed, at least where noble pursuits were concerned, Socrates took the lead in testifying to the lad’s bravery and in insisting that they award him the garland and the suit of armour.

Again, during the Athenian retreat at the battle of Delium, Alcibiades spotted Socrates pulling back with a few comrades, and despite the fact that he was on horseback while Socrates was on foot, he refused to ride on by, but escorted him and defended him on all sides, although the enemy were harassing the Athenians and killing a lot of them.

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