garconniere:

defrag:

(via petitmarci, lastdreamofjesus)

who is this/what is this from! what a smirk.

Ugh, the source for this is now driving me thoroughly insane and it’s lingering recalcitrantly on the tip of my tongue. And as soon as I remember, I’ll be watching it.
Edit: (Via defrag) Hertha von Walther in Wilhelm Pabst’s Die freudlose Gasse (The  street of sorrow), 1925?

garconniere:

defrag:

(via petitmarci, lastdreamofjesus)

who is this/what is this from! what a smirk.

Ugh, the source for this is now driving me thoroughly insane and it’s lingering recalcitrantly on the tip of my tongue. And as soon as I remember, I’ll be watching it.

Edit: (Via defrag) Hertha von Walther in Wilhelm Pabst’s Die freudlose Gasse (The street of sorrow), 1925?




my-ear-trumpet:

edwardianera:

Mirror effect.


See also.

my-ear-trumpet:

edwardianera:

Mirror effect.

See also.




Joss McKinley, Fauho, 2009 - Permanent collection at Dean Street Townhouse

Joss McKinley, Fauho, 2009 - Permanent collection at Dean Street Townhouse




liquidnight:

Nathan Abels - Dénouement, Acrylic on panel, 2010
[via nevver]

liquidnight:

Nathan Abels - Dénouement, Acrylic on panel, 2010

[via nevver]




(via shitgaze)
John Singer Sargent, Portrait of Edouard and Marie-Louise Pailleron, 1881.
Those defiant creepy-little-Victorian-gothic-novel-kids stares…

(via shitgaze)

John Singer Sargent, Portrait of Edouard and Marie-Louise Pailleron, 1881.

Those defiant creepy-little-Victorian-gothic-novel-kids stares…




(via shitgaze)
Three sisters, ages 12, 10 and 8, murdered by their father and left in the woods. Pennsylvania, 1934.

(via shitgaze)

Three sisters, ages 12, 10 and 8, murdered by their father and left in the woods. Pennsylvania, 1934.




(via shitgaze)
I thought this so beautiful and sad, and so tinged with the bittersweet gorgeous melancholy that’s grounded in the fact that I would have thought it alive, or still on its thanatal way - the delicate detail of those fine strands of hair and the soft downy ears, the sleepy eye that could be alive, its fairytale shroud that could well be a photographic set. …I ought to stop it. I’m having a rather How Soon is Now kind of night.

(via shitgaze)

I thought this so beautiful and sad, and so tinged with the bittersweet gorgeous melancholy that’s grounded in the fact that I would have thought it alive, or still on its thanatal way - the delicate detail of those fine strands of hair and the soft downy ears, the sleepy eye that could be alive, its fairytale shroud that could well be a photographic set. …I ought to stop it. I’m having a rather How Soon is Now kind of night.




house: vvitch.

house: vvitch.