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Dress with simulated blood stains, worn by Bette Davis in Hush Hush, Sweet Charlotte, 1964. 

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“…desire is a case of always displacing, of never being content to gain a desired object, until the subject returns full circle to the place where there is no longer any tension, no longer any desire.”

Theories of Desire: Antigone Again, Françiose Meltzer (Critical Inquiry, Vol. 37. Winter 2011) p.181. 

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beauty @ simone rocha fw23

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Pseudo / Poems - S/S 2021

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“Erotization is a production of the erotic: light, diffuse, mercurial; which circulates without coagulating; a multiple and mobile flirtation links the subject to what passes, pretends to cling, then lets go for something else (and then, sometimes, this variable landscape is severed, sliced through by a sudden immobility: love).”

— Roland Barthes, from Complete Works: 1942 - 1961; “Roland Barthes”

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Miriam Cahn (Swiss, 1949), Unklar [Unclear], 1995. Oil on canvas, 36 x 21 cm.

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Simone Rocha ss22

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sarah covington, wounds, flesh, and metaphor in seventeenth-century england

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richard hugo

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Love is the Running Towards, Shoreditch Fire Station

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Clarice Lispector, Forgiving God

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bae yoon young via vltngirl

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via lefthandla on instagram

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When you leave, for example, the air retains the warmth of your body for a while

“Inertia is a strange property of matter. When you leave, for example, the air retains the warmth of your body for a while, the same way the sand keeps the tepid sadness of the sun overnight. When you leave, to continue along the same line, my hands persist in the caress, despite there no longer being skin to caress, only the carcass of memory decomposing in the stairwell. When you leave, you leave behind an invisible you adhering to the smallest things: it might be a hair on the pillow, a look that has gotten entangled with the shoulder straps of desire, a trace of saliva in the corners of the couch, a molecule of tenderness on the shower drain. It is not difficult to find you: love makes me a magnifying glass.”

— Gemma Gorga, poem “39,” Book of Minutes, transl. Sharon Dolin (Oberlin College Press, 2019 (via memoryslandscape)

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