“The truth of the matter is that—by an exorbitant paradox—I never stop believing that I am loved. I hallucinate what I desire. Each wound proceeds less from a doubt than from a betrayal: for only the one who loves can betray, only the one who believes himself loved can be jealous: that the other, episodically, should fail in his being, which is to love me—that is the origin of all my woes. A delirium, however, does not exist unless one wakens from it(there are only retrospective deliriums): one day, I realize what has happened to me: I thought I was suffering from not being loved, and yet it is because I thought I was loved that I was suffering; I lived in the complication of supposing myself simultaneously loved and abandoned. Anyone hearing my intimate language would have had to exclaim, as of a difficult child: But after all, what does he want?”
— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
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Poster for Carl Boese’s silent film The White Spider, 1927
Via 50 Watts
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From Manuel Pratique d’hypnotisme, 1941
Art et réalité, Formes 50 Magazine, 1950
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Hip Splint, c.1933.
Cover detail from L’Oeil de la police (1908).
maudelynn: Book cover photo of a cat with a girl’s face c.1965
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