(via New York: Bill Brandt Shadow and Light | Le Journal de la Photographie)
Bill Brandt - Belgravia, London. 1951
Scrolling through the Waterstone’s Twitter is my new favourite pastime
Let’s take a look at a few of my favs so far;
Sassy Waterstones worker, I love you,
And well this is true:
Sometimes I do worry about their psyche though:
They make up cool new words;
They’re a sassy little shit.
And best of all, the Holden debacle;
And one more for good luck:
Says it all really: news and analysis on one side, Andrew Bolt’s bile on the other.
HERSUTE: TATTOOS / DOES MY BODILY AUTONOMY OFFEND YOU, YEAH?
Last night at my local bar a rather common incident occurred. I was talking to my friend in the beer garden when a lone drunkard at the table next to us called over to me, ‘what are those tatts on your shoulders?’ Considering that barely anyone knows what military epaulets are, I usually…
My affections, being concentrated on a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.
Häxan (Witchcraft through the Ages, 1922) dir. Benjamin Christensen
