Daria Nifontova

monsieur-j:

Balmain S/S 2013 Runway Details

photojojo:

Kevin Van Aelst creates brilliantly composed photographs that make you go, “huh?” Kevin’s photographs have been featured in tons of publications, including Wired, Time, and the New York Times!

Surreal Photography Works Will Have You Staring for Hours

via Zeutch

gunbladekind:

Lori Beth Denberg was the original night blogger.

I just happened to have put it in a song…

superawesomeshop:

Squish-Faced Cat Embroidery by catrabbitplush in Melbourne, Australia.

Made as part of the ‘Needlework Needleplay’ Embroidery exhibition held at Brunswick Street Gallery, Melbourne for the month of August.

theartofanimation:

John Brosio

fuckyeahdeathlyhallows:

jack-o-lantern-fish:

philosophers-scone:

watchthelightfade:

bollockscasper:

robotamputee:

sara-saint-patience:

epicreta:

cas-get-into-my-ass:

eaglenebula:

we-are-all-sherlocked:

jennyatsdcc:

harbek:

rizplease:

always-mudblood:

(photo is from Harry Potter wiki)

I am ashamed I never thought about this before. His name would have to change for different languages. 

*sniggers*

Trevor…

Will forever love that Norwegian just went fuck it and changed the meaning more than anyone else. But “Jeg er Lord Voldemort” just doesn’t anagram well.

MUGGLES WILL BOW BEFORE THE HORROR THAT IS MARK NEELSTIN

Did anyone notice the Czech translation is “Me Voldemort.”

Me Voldemort. No like mudblood. Kill mudblood. Voldemort like.

Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Romeo. Yuuup. It’s good to be Danish.

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

It took me a while before I realized Voldemort isn’t Valedro in English. Valedro sounds legit so I didn’t even thought it would be something else. Until I started to read the books in English.

how the fuck are we supposed to be afraid of MARK NEELSTIN

Tom Dredolo Venster anagrams to Voldemort the Great

getting a little cocky there, aren’t’cha, Tom?

also Tom Elvis Jedusor

Trevor Delgome hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken

“Is Lord Voldemort”

Is evil lord, come to rule over weak muggle. Is good plan.

can voldemort’s middle name please be gus in every language

I can’t get over how the Greek version suddenly just CHANGED INTO SUPER BOLD GREEK LETTERS

Voldemort the Great! Romeo!

But, Cruplud.

harrypotterconfessions:

Like many of you, I’ve suffered severe depression & only by escaping to Hogwarts have I managed to stay alive this long. My best friend gave me this necklace a few weeks ago. I hope the message can help at least one of you the way it has helped me.

thisfoldedmind:

Mind Map #30: [All the things.]

minimalmovieposters:

Fight Club by Daniel Enders

escapekit:

Minimalist dogs

♡ i can’t help that i need it all the primadonna life, the rise and fall you say that I’m kinda difficult but it’s always someone else’s fault ♡

amajor7:

A terrifying Halloween.

fotojournalismus:

Fashionistas pose for photographs in front of a homeless man outside Moynihan Station following a showing of the Rag & Bone Spring/Summer 2013 collection during New York Fashion Week September 7, 2012.

[Credit : Lucas Jackson/Reuters]

books0977:

Girl reading, 1920s. French postcard photograph. Photograph by Pisa, # 450.

“Let us read and let us dance - two amusements that will never do any harm to the world.” — Voltaire 

vlorin:

THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW ANNA KARINA & JEAN-LUC GODARD FIRST “GOT TOGETHER”

Anna Karina: That happened while we were shooting the picture in Geneva. It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life.

So I get to the Cafe de la Prez, and Jean-Luc was sitting there reading a paper, but I don’t think he was really reading it. I just stood there in front of him for what seemed like an hour but I guess was not more than thirty seconds. Suddenly he stopped reading and said,” Here you are. Shall we go?” So we went to his hotel. The next morning when I woke up he wasn’t there. I got very worried. I took a shower, and then he came back about an hour later with the dress I wore in the film - the white dress with flowers. And it was my size, perfect. It was like my wedding dress.

We carried on shooting the film, and, of course, my painter left. When the picture was finished, I went back to Paris with Jean-Luc, Michel Subor, who was the main actor, and Laszlo Szabo, who was also in the film, in Jean-Luc’s American car. We were all wearing dark glasses and we got stopped at the border – I guess they thought we were gangsters. When we arrived in Paris, Jean-Luc dropped the other two off and said to me, “Where are you going?”  I said, “I have to stay with you. You’re the only person I have in the world now.” And he said, “Oh my God.”

Extract taken from an interview with Anna Karina conducted by Graham Fuller in Projections 13: Women Film-makers on Film-making, edited by Isabella Weibrecht, John Boorman and Walter Donohue (Faber & Faber, 2004) 

(via Focus Features)

skate-high:

i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole