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http://motionographer.com/media/nexus/400Procrastination_final_H264_low.mov
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1:41am
49 reviews
bizarre, video
http://motionographer.com/media/nexus/400Procrastination_final_H264_low.mov
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A story of my life. You forgot the most important - procrastination is stumbling..

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Salvador Dali Posters
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May 12, 2:40pm
1 review
vintage, surrealism, dali
http://www.greatmodernpictures.com/pdali.htm
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A play on Dali's The Persistence of Memory (1931), 1952
by Philip Halsman

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The Soloist - interview with Abbas Kiarostami & Subtitles to Cinema
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May 12, 1:26pm
1 review
quotes, film-making
http://subtitlestocinema.wordpress.com/2007/08/30/the-soloist-interview-with-...
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"Contemplating the cloudy sky and the massive trunk of a tree under a magical light is difficult when one is alone. Not being able to feel the pleasure of seeing a magnificent landscape with someone else is a form of torture. That is why I started taking photographs. I wanted somehow to eternalize those moments of passion and pain"
Abbas Kiarostami

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Artiste peintre, Nice, Côte dAzur : PHOBE - Redirect by New.fr
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May 12, 10:31am
1 review
arts
http://www.art-phobe.new.fr/
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A corrupted beauty of Phobe. How I love a hint at Modigliani here.

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Thanks to Clovia

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fun-hunter.com - Underwater Sculpture Park
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May 11, 2:51pm
27 reviews
sculpture
http://fun-hunter.com/index.php/Interesting/Underwater-Sculpture-Park.html
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Fantastic. The Underwater Sculpture Park...However it's scary enough to see it while you're diving :)

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May 11, 2:24pm
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Hello all! I'm back :-)
still I don't have a constant Internet connection. Will post more frequently in near future

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film_stills: A Clockwork Orange (Stanley Kubrick, 1971)
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Apr 24, 5:56am
6 reviews
movie, kubrick
http://community.livejournal.com/film_stills/899180.html
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A Clockwork Orange (filmed by Stanley Kubrik, 1971)

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," I kept on creeching out. "Turn it off you grahzny bastards, for I can stand no more." It was the next day, brothers, and I had truly done my best morning and afternoon to play it their way and sit like a horrorshow smiling cooperative malchick in their chair of torture while they flashed nasty bits of ultra violence on the screen, my glazzies clipped open to viddy all, my plott and rookers and nogas fixed to the chair so I could not get away. What I was being made to viddy now was not really a veshch I would have thought to be too bad before, it being only three or four malchicks crasting in a shop and filling their carmans with cutter, at the same time fillying about with the creeching starry ptitsa running the shop, tolchocking her and letting the red red krovvy flow.
But the throb and like crash crash crash in my gulliver and the wanting to be sick and the terrible dry rasping thirstiness in my rot, all were worse than yesterday.
"Oh. I've had enough" I cried. "It's not fair, you vonny sods," and I tried to struggle out of the chair but it was not possible me being as good as stuck to it.
"First class," creeched out this Dr. Brodsky. "You're doing really well. Just one more and then we're finished."

Now what I fancied first tonight was this new violin concerto by the American Geoffrey Plautus, played by Odysseus Choerilos with the Macon (Georgia) Philharmonic, so I slid it from where it was neatly filed and switched on and waited.
Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds.
Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.
The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder.
Oh, it was wonder of wonders.
And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk around my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.
- A fiction novel by Anthony Burgess "A Clockwork Orange" was later the basis for a film adaptation of the same name by Stanley Kubrick.

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Arthur Tress Dream
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Apr 22, 7:14pm
2 reviews
masters-of-photography
http://www.lagalerie.de/tress1.html
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"Arthur Tress is best known for his New York photographs. The concepts he explored there have been extended into many new directions, especially with the color photographs that have dominated the work of recent years.
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His earlier, darker, vision has been replaced by the introduction of a mischievous humor"
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Everyone who learn his dark side, will turn to the light. And it will come sooner or later. That's right, life is more bearable if you have a sense of humour beacause humor means acceptance, a balance between dark and light.
Role Models


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Kill Your Television TurnOffYourTV.com
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Apr 22, 6:41pm
44 reviews
tv
http://www.turnoffyourtv.com/
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Kill your TV
otherwise
it'll eat
your brain
up
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