Photographer Unknown, (The Fishing Trip)
“It was one of those places where mist lingers well into the day and the dawn chorus starts early.”
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Fennel Hudson: “Wild Carp”
Category: gay photography
William Gass: “I Can See You for Miles”
His Butt: Beguiling the Senses and Enchanting the Mind: Photo Set Twenty-Nine
“As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour”
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Alan Bennett Ilagan, “Dusty St. Amand”
Alan Bennett Ilagan, “Dusty St. Amand”, Date Unknown, Photo Shoot
Alan Bennett Ilagan is a freelance writer and amateur photographer who resides in upstate New York. A graduate of Brandeis University, Ilagan has been published in Instinct, xy magazine, Windy City Times, Q Northeast, Metroland, commUNITY, and ‘The Project for a New Mythology.’ He contributed to Michael Breyette’s ‘Summer Moved On’ and ‘Illustrated Men.’ He has been profiled in Unzipped, Genre, Diversity Rules! Magazine, and Upstate Magazine and has worked with photographers Steven Underhill and Dennis Dean.
Susan Sontag: “A Man Lives Through His Face”
Photographers Unknown, Faces of Man: A Collection: WP Set Four
“Women do not simply have faces, as men do; they are identified with their faces. Men have a naturalistic relation to their faces. Certainly they care whether they are good-looking or not. They suffer over acne, protruding ears, tiny eyes; they hate getting bald. But there is a much wider latitude in what is esthetically acceptable in a man’s face than what is in a woman’s. A man’s face is defined as something he basically doesn’t need to tamper with; all he has to do is keep it clean. He can avail himself of the options for ornament supplied by nature: a beard, a mustache, longer or shorter hair. But he is not supposed to disguise himself. What he is “really” like is supposed to show. A man lives through his face; it records the progressive stages of his life. And since he doesn’t tamper with his face, it is not separate from but is completed by his body – which is judged attractive by the impression it gives of virility and energy.”
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Friedrich Nietzsche: “Your Way Goes Past Yourself”
Photographers Unknown, (A Collection: Your Way Goes Past Yourself)
“But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?”
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Gertrude Stein: “Coffee is a Lot More Than Just a Drink”
Photographer Unknown, (Morning Coffee and a Cigarette), Photo Shoot
“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup”
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Jean-Paul Sarte: “I Am the Architect of My Own Self”
Photographers Unknown, A Collection of Photos to Stimulate Your Mind
“You and me are real people, operating in a real world. We are not figments of each other’s imagination. I am the architect of my own self, my own character and destiny. It is no use whingeing about what I might have been, I am the things I have done and nothing more. We are all free, completely free. We can each do any damn thing we want. Which is more than most of us dare to imagine.”
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Milan Junek
Four Photos by Milan Junek
Milan Junek is a Gypsy photographer whose background reflects uniquely in his work and viewpoints. His photographic work, specializing in figurative art photography including nudes, is becoming known in the Czech Republic and abroad through exhibitions and periodicals. Junek currently lives and work in Chomutov, a city in north eastern Czech Republic.
Junek’s photographs are set in interesting natural scenery or in the recesses of abandoned industrial architecture. The models he uses are usually acquaintances and friends from his immediate neighborhood.
Bryce Courtenay: “A Random Moment”
Photographer Unknown, (A Random Moment)
“Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark.”
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Thomas Mann: “A Man Lives Not Only His Personal Life”
Parva Scaena (Brief Scenes): Set Thirteen
“A man lives not only his personal life, as an individual, but also, consciously or unconsciously, the life of his epoch and his contemporaries. He may regard the general, impersonal foundations of his existence as definitely settled and taken for granted, and be as far from assuming a critical attitude towards them as our good Hans Castorp really was; yet it is quite conceivable that he may none the less be vaguely conscious of the deficiencies of his epoch and find them prejudicial to his own moral well-being. All sorts of personal aims, hopes, ends, prospects, hover before the eyes of the individual, and out of these he derives the impulse to ambition and achievement. Now, if the life about him, if his own time seems, however outwardly stimulating, to be at bottom empty of such food for his aspirations; if he privately recognises it to be hopeless, viewless, helpless, opposing only a hollow silence to all the questions man puts, consciously or unconsciously, yet somehow puts, as to the final, absolute, and abstract meaning in all his efforts and activities; then, in such a case, a certain laming of the personality is bound to occur, the more inevitably the more upright the character in question; a sort of palsy, as it were, which may extend from his spiritual and moral over into his physical and organic part. In an age that affords no satisfying answer to the eternal question of ‘Why?’ ‘To what end?’ a man who is capable of achievement over and above the expected modicum must be equipped either with a moral remoteness and single-mindedness which is rare indeed and of heroic mould, or else with an exceptionally robust vitality. ”
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Bram Stoker: “Sea of Wonders”
Photographer Unknown, (Sea of Wonders), Computer Graphics, Film Gifs
“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
Greeks Come True
Konstantinos Rigas by Vangelis Kyris, “Greeks Come True”, 2019
“Greeks Come True” is a movie filmed by Vangelis Kyris in conjunction with a photo shooting for the Greeks Come True annual print calendar which is available every December. Filmed entirely on a Greek mountain farm, the eighty minute film follows the fifteen men and athletes involved in the calendar shoot. The film’s multi-genre sooundtrack features some of Greece’s promising musical artists.
John Steinbeck: “A Moment Settled and Hovered”
Photographer Unknown, (A Moment Settled and Hovered)
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”
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Italo Calvino: “Breathed on by Light”
Photographer Unknown, (Breathed on by Light)
“It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world’s existence.”
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Walking Towards the Storm
Artist Unknown, (Walking Towards the Storm), Computer Graphics, Animation Gif
“By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray as far as the eye could see. They grouped in the road at the top of a rise and looked back. The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world.”
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