A Year of Kissing People.

I found this blog... I think it received a write-up in the most recent Frankie magazine, or similar, and I've fallen in love with it. Thiel has a habit of year-long socio-cultural projects (my own awkward terminology for what are delightful and inspired ideas): 2005 was a year of iambic pentameter, 2006 was a year of flowers and poems, in 2007 he spent a 'year with the saints'; considering and reacting to the lives of the saints. In 2008 he followed a different person everyday to see where he was lead. In 2009 he spent each day reacting to, and engaging with lemons; using the fruit in different modes. This year he is kissing poeople. A different peson everyday this year. This is his beautiful blog.
WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THAT?????????
I adore his writing-style; I'm beginning to build an idea of what kind of soul he is by the sweetness of his kissing recollections. He's got me wondering what I could do for a year, starting next year...

Cat Lauigan

I was staring longingly at more of Cedrine Rovini's work, followed some links and found this lovely work by Cat Lauigan.

Sayaka Maruyama and Wendy Bevan for TEST.

I've posted work by the magician Sayaka Maruyama once before. This is a recent shoot with the performer and artist Wendy Bevan for Test magazine. I can't get enough of Maruyama's aesthetic - I long to live in this world.

Henri Robert

Salome (1909)

I've counted all your scars, I've numbered them as my own.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.     -Sara Zarr

I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.

I don’t ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man’s question. I ask whom did I live for.    -Zadie Smith

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are burried deep—leave it anyway except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.        -Beryl Markham

Feelings can be like wild animals—we underrate how fierce they are until we’ve opened their cage.

-Richard Paul Evans

Images via Cocaine Girl and Hello, Bluebird and Sebastian.