This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.

 

murketing:

SpY is back on the streets of Madrid with an amazing installation entitled “Cameras”.

His work involves the appropriation of urban elements through transformation or replication, so, the Spanish artist spent a few days installing 150 fake CCTV cameras on the facade of a building with the intention of watching over nothing.

More here.

grossnational:

Madrid

[It’s] an audiovisual interactive format for music that can’t be pirated and will bring back album artwork in the most powerful way, where you can play with the lyrics and get behind the songs when you’re sitting on the subway with your iPad or on these big flat screens,” Bono says. “You can see photography like you’ve never seen it before.

No, U2’s new secret Apple music format won’t “save music” | PandoDaily

"[It’s]…a format for music that can’t be pirated"

"…that can’t be pirated…"

Way to give 100,000 bored hackers a shiny new project, Bono. I mean, that worked out so well for Blu-Ray

(via spytap)

pbstv:

Old astronomy method reveals most exoplanets may have two suns.
Learn more from NOVA Next.  

pbstv:

Old astronomy method reveals most exoplanets may have two suns.

Learn more from NOVA Next.  

I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.

C.R.  (via simplycasual)

One of the most radical things you can do is to actually believe women when they talk about their experiences.


Salvador Dali, Scatalogical Object Functioning Symbolically (The Surrealist Shoe), 1931

Salvador Dali, Scatalogical Object Functioning Symbolically (The Surrealist Shoe), 1931

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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell (by Marty McConnell)