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vacilandoelmundo:

Blue Lagoon, Iceland
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dailydesigner:

Styling and photography for Stattmann Neue Möbel by Studio Oink

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conflictingheart:

Nadav Kander - More from the series Yangtze, the Long River

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Aug 30, 2014 / 90 notes

The Morning After 
Photography: Paul Wetherell 
Styling: Mattias Karlsson 
10 Men #AW14

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tallulahfontaine:

for you
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septagonstudios:

Beth Hoeckel Collage & Design
WAFFLE
Aug 27, 2014 / 488 notes

septagonstudios:

Beth Hoeckel Collage & Design

WAFFLE

rudygodinez:

Jay DeFoe, Untitled, (1973-1974)
Aug 27, 2014 / 370 notes

rudygodinez:

Jay DeFoe, Untitled, (1973-1974)

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danielasherer:

Happy int’l women’s day 2014.
Here’s a short life-affirming passage from the journals of Sylvia Plath, written in July 1951. Not an especially important moment, but it stuck in my head, and I think today’s the right day for it:
"I licked my arm for the salt taste. Up the face of a rock cliff we climbed, finding footholds as we went along. The rock was yellow-orange, hot and jagged.
"God, look at the blue," I said.
"Wait till you get to the top," Marty said. 
She was right. Atop the great rock formation you stood, and the whole ocean curled up bluely at your feet. Slowly, with a great patient, unanimous motion, the huge bulk of tide water heaved up and back, up and back along the coast. Sails flicked in and out of the light far out in the bay. The horizon blurred into the sky.”
Aug 26, 2014 / 85 notes

danielasherer:

Happy int’l women’s day 2014.

Here’s a short life-affirming passage from the journals of Sylvia Plath, written in July 1951. Not an especially important moment, but it stuck in my head, and I think today’s the right day for it:

"I licked my arm for the salt taste. Up the face of a rock cliff we climbed, finding footholds as we went along. The rock was yellow-orange, hot and jagged.

"God, look at the blue," I said.

"Wait till you get to the top," Marty said.

She was right. Atop the great rock formation you stood, and the whole ocean curled up bluely at your feet. Slowly, with a great patient, unanimous motion, the huge bulk of tide water heaved up and back, up and back along the coast. Sails flicked in and out of the light far out in the bay. The horizon blurred into the sky.”

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nothingtochance:

Homeware Styling / BOLIA

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