BG* interiorismo (&art)

• 2012-05-17

  

  This has been the week of accidental nudity.

• 2012-05-15

  

  ‘To be, or not to be: that is the question:
  Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
  The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
  Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
  And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
  No more; and by a sleep to say we end
  The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
  That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
  Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
  To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
  For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
  When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
  Must give us pause: there’s the respect
  That makes calamity of so long life;
  For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
  The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
  The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
  The insolence of office and the spurns
  That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
  When he himself might his quietus make
  With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
  To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
  But that the dread of something after death,
  The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
  No traveller returns, puzzles the will
  And makes us rather bear those ills we have
  Than fly to others that we know not of?
  Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
  And thus the native hue of resolution
  Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
  And enterprises of great pith and moment
  With this regard their currents turn awry,
  And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
  The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
  Be all my sins remember’d.’

  - William Shakespeare, Hamlet 1/3

• 2012-05-09

  

  If all rivers are sweet
  where does the sea get its salt?
  
  How do the seasons know
  they must change their shirt?
  
  Why so slowly in winter
  and later with such a rapid shudder?
  
  And how do the roots know
  they must climb toward the light?
  
  And then greet the air
  with so many flowers and colors?
  
  Is it always the same spring
  who revives her role?

  
   - Pablo Neruda, Book of Questions.

• 2012-04-30

  

  In greek mithology, Persephone, also called Kore (“the maiden”), is the daughter of Zeus and the harvest-goddess Demeter (“the mother”), and she is the queen of the underworld. Homer describes her as the formidable, venerable majestic queen of the shades, who carries into effect the curses of men upon the souls of the dead. Persephone was abducted by Hades, the god-king of the underworld.

• 2012-04-27

  

  ‘Only the present moment exists.’

• 2012-04-23

  

  ladyskull

• 2012-04-19

  

  how to make a floating bench

• 2012-04-17

  

  Ricardo Tisci para Givenchi

• 2012-04-08

  

  Frida Forever <3

• 2012-03-27

  

  you belong to me, like lost baggage