(via thefemme-menace)
I like how none of the angles are straight in this picture; feels like we’re sliding off the face off the Earth.
textures
cactus vortex
(Source: mostlynaturalmagic)
grant me roads of all kinds, forever
YOU
HAVE
NO
FUCKING
IDEA
HOW
MUCH
I
LOVE
EUROVISION
My love of Eurovision is entirely without irony.
In 1957, Europe decided that instead of war, we would fight each other through the medium of song. And it works. And now for some reason, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Georgia and Israel are all a part of Europe. Who will be next? Welcome, friends.
(via kigichi)
Kotori Kawashima’s stunning portraits of his young daughter are collected in his book, Mirai Chan.
disgustingly cute.
(Source: topographe, via noxtalgic)
Cezar - It’s My Life (Eurovision 2013)
(Source: wearealphasnow, via kigichi)
Coat colour mutation in servals
On the left, a typical serval cat. In the middle, a rare melanistic variation and on the right, an even rarer and more peculiar looking albino serval.
(via kigichi)
For those of you who didn’t watch Eurovision this year, you missed this. An operatic gem from Disco Dracula; Cezar ‘It’s My Life’ (Romania).
It didn’t win because Eurovision prefers butter over cheese (Denmark ran away with it)
turtle cosies
HELPHELP HELP MEEE HELP
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING OF EVER
HELP
…someone needs to knit these for Clyde.
OMG
(via stuckinabucket)
Gatsby is a novel about an impresario of gaudy, full-bore, bad-taste excess. And so, unlike the (mostly unimpressed) reviewers who seemed to never get past their shock that Luhrmann had the nerve to make the film at all, I found the film’s take on Jay Gatsby to be an inspired one. Only a director capable of genuine vulgarity could present the character in all his original, pre-canonized glory. Fitzgerald’s novel has been largely killed by our respect for it: We’re so entranced by the knife-sharp social distinctions and glittering descriptions of parties that we miss the fact that the parties themselves were stuffed with weirdos, proscribed substances, vomit and pop music you could hump your partner to, as offensive to genuinely sophisticated tastes as … well, as The Great Gatsby in 3-D. Jay Gatsby has been cited as an inspiration for the dashing, astute Don Draper, but with his joyous vulgarity, his tasteless emulation of the “celebrated people” he crams into his mansion and his endless pursuit of swag, the contemporary character Gatsby actually most closely resembles is Parks and Recreation’s Tom Haverford.
— Gatsby is one of those books I have semi-embarrassing Personal Feelings About. And I have complaints about this version, namely WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY PRECIOUS JORDAN BAKER complaints. But, although this piece is about race, class, gender, and Gatsby, I think the connection made in the final line here will go down as one of the things I’m most personally proud of. My standards for myself aren’t all that high.
Behold an awesome review.
