to realize that all of your life….
not all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain… it was all the same thing.

it was all the same dream. a dream that you had, inside a locked room.
the dream about being a person.

and like a lot of dreams there’s a monster at the end of it.

 – True Detective, season 1 episode 3

Icelanders are proud of their language and yet also speak English with disarming style, choosing words carefully—for example, a photographer tells me that he prefers 35mm film cameras over digital because “film has more charisma.” Or, a woman says to me of her life, she is “always busy with the moment”—not busy because of her job and kids and spin class but “with the moment,” as if each moment is her partner.

copycats:

“Fade Into You” by Ben Harper 

Originally by Mazzy Star

This year’s Starbucks sponsored Valentine’s Day collection, Sweethearts 2014 is stacked with musicians worth getting excited over – from Vampire Weekend to Phosphorescent to Fiona Apple and beyond – all covering love songs originally by other artists. Here is Ben Harper’s fragile, heartbreaking take on Mazzy Star’s classic, “Fade Into You”. 

I want cinema to be like a mirror, that reflects the audience, so we see ourselves on the screen. Sometimes people might not want to look at that, because it’s not particularly attractive. But we have to look at it in order to move on, to engage with where we are, to reflect on what we are and alter what might happen.

Steve McQueen, artist & filmmaker 

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santosha65:

This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.

Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer – because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.”