monuments series by mathieu bernard-reymond

penwald: 4: unison symmetry standing by tony orrico

images by aaron mclaughlin

found here: http://adesertfete.blogspot.com

chenin blanc by jean daneel

rather classic. the signature label deserves a post, although the wine is nice too.

semillon by boekenhoutskloof

exotic and fresh. with pineapple! great for an early weekend brunch.

pinot noir by joseph swan vineyards

smoky. cherry, berries and flowers. oh yes.

blaufränkisch by moric

nice label, not sure about the wine itself though.

camins del priorat by alvaro palacios

quite rich and deep, got me through the winter months. quite sexy, but also very good for lonely nights in.

echo's swing by fireworks night

photography by egor rogalev

yes, yes, we're magicians by the crookes

having science fiction dreams. 2001: A Space Odyssey by Stanley Kubrick

Kubrick and production designer Tony Masters inside HAL's logic center. (c) The Stanley Kubrick Estate

kirill lewerski by joost van den broek

alicante by jacques prévert

An orange on the table

Your dress on the rug

And you in my bed

Sweet present of the present

Cool of night

Warmth of my life.

jesus is a rochdale girl by guy garvey of elbow (live session video)

broken fall: geometric and organic by bas jan ader

illustrations by frank chimero

small and interesting touches by paul smith (video)

less more by moritz resl

via con me by paolo conte

inventory magazine by ryan willms

keyhole sunglasses by ralph lauren 

more planes by jeffrey milstein

bright soles by jil sander / kg by kurt geiger / grenson

divorce dwarf by the museum of broken relationships

sex. lubricants for her and him by coco de mer

All this moaning about Valentine's Day annoys me - why not turn it into a sex celebration instead, and really just enjoy yourselves (or yourself)? Pretty simple, no? 

a lover's discourse by roland barthes




The Ghost Ship


errance  /  errantry


Though each love is experienced as unique and though the subject rejects the notion of repeating it elsewhere later on, he sometimes discovers in himself a kind of diffusion of amorous desire; he then realizes he is doomed to wander until he dies, from love to love.

for your lover, give some time by richard hawley