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Photographer Unknown, (The Ukulele Player)
“At the ukulele workshop that summer. He lectured on the four-note chord in the context of timelessness, and described himself then as a Quaternionist. We had quickly discovered our common love of the instrument,” Miles recalled,“ and discussed the widespread contempt in which ukulele players are held— traceable, we concluded, to the uke’s all-but-exclusive employment as a producer of chords—single, timeless events apprehended all at once instead of serially.
Notes of a linear melody, up and down a staff, being a record of pitch versus time, to play a melody is to introduce the element of time, and hence of mortality. Our perceived reluctance to leave the timelessness of the struck chord has earned ukulele players our reputation as feckless, clownlike children who will not grow up.”
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Photographer Unknown, (Supple Body: Hands on Floor)
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Photographer Unknown, (The Prequel to the Story), Computer Graphics, Film Gifs

Phototgapher Unknown, (The Fighter’s Stance)
Photographer Unknown, (Summer Camp)
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Photographer Unknown, (Fuchsia Tufts and White Towel)

Yan Yufeng, “Pasquale”, 2017, Rome
Additional images and contact information can be found at Yan Yufeng’s website located at: https://yanyufon.com

Mathieu Vladimir Alliard, Untitled, (Fortune)
Mathieu Vladimir Alliard is a French fashion and portraiture photographer now living in New York City. He is the owner and director of Vandals Films and the publisher and editor-in-chief of “Vandals” of Paris, France.

Photographer Unknown, Title Unknown, (Adoration of the Sailor)
“He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow, with black eyes, and hair as dark as the raven’s wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.”
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Photographer Unknown, (That Moment at the Waterfall)
“Seen on a night in November
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumn, evanescent, wan,
The moon.”
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Photographer Unknown, (The Darkening Sky)
“I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.”
― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim