thrax-goddess:

since1969:

Sleevefaces

i love these

i reblogged 4 freddie mercury doe

(Source: schrodinger-is-in-the-box)

ffffffound:

Justin Blyth | Arcademi

Bitmap lens flare

natgeofound:

View of the Palace of Maharaja’s pond from the Island of the Sultans in Udaipur, India, 1923.
Photograph by Jules Gervais Courtellemont, National Geographic

The nature of a graphic design job in New Zealand.

aestheticpleasure:

Bloomberg Businessweek (US)

(Source: sapphiremansions)

kcthiu:

Intersection of lives, these brief uncomfortable moments that spring up when we share the street and the taxi with strangers and yet are essentially two worlds that never quite engage, never quite collide.

That feeling that greets me whenever I visit Polo- the hate for the noise, reek and stench… and yet the uneasy knowing deep inside that this is the real world. This is the true depiction of a nation that I romantically profess to love. And it does not add up to that, for me to live in the bubble of my music on the earphones behind rolled up windows of the taxis; the romantic world that I conjure up inside myself. If that is all, I am not there in the hard and cold world but in a warm fuzzy bubble.

What would it mean for me to identify with this world? Walk the road and bear with the cacophony? Look people in the eye instead of hiding behind shades? Is that pretentious or what?

I think the problem is not just the risk of being dellusional and unrealistic. I feel it goes deeper. Its about love.
I think what’s at stake is we stop being incarnational.

Be present. Be there.

ruinge