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Anders Petersen Untitled, from the series ‘Okinawa’ 1995 Gelatin silver prints

Vintage Photo, Photographer Unknown, Light edit by JoeInCT

Nakaji Yasui “(Fear)”, c.1938 / Photography

Sucking in the Seventies, Anthony Hernandez

Kobayashi Kiyochika      Fireflies at Ochanomizu      c.1877

Eva Besnyö, Selfportrait, Berlin, 1932

New York, 1974

Musée d’ Orsay, Paris

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Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1866, oil on canvas

Dearest Angel Girl, I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, but we must fall tremendously in love to find it out. The cure is the discovery of our need for company — I mean company in the very special sense we’ve come to understand since we happened to each other — you and I. The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without that companionship — now that I’ve known it; without it joy is just an unendurable as sorrow. You are my life — my very life. Never imagine your hope approximates what you are to me. Beautiful, precious little baby — hurry up the sun! — make the days shorter till we meet. I love you, that’s all there is to it. Your boy, Orson ― Love letter by Orson Welles to Rita Hayworth.

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes Oh, who do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass Who could they get to carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?…

Ruth Orkin, The Card Players, West Village, NYC, 1947

Oil on canvas, 75,5 x 75,5 cm.