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Fiction writers as a species tend to be oglers. They tend to lurk and to stare. The minute fiction writers stop moving, they start lurking, and stare. They are born watchers. They are viewers. They are the ones on the subway about whose nonchalant stare there is something creepy, somehow. Almost predatory. This is because human situations are writers' food. Fiction writers watch other humans sort of the way gapers slow down for car wrecks: they covet a vision of themselves as witnesses. David Foster Wallace, E pluribus unum

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Woman smoking on her balcony - Portugal 2015

Commission SS26 ph. Isabella Mai Newman

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Карти для Хануки з Одеси, початок 20 століття

In America, there might be better gastronomic destinations than New Orleans, but there is no place more uniquely wonderful. ... With the best restaurants in New York, you'll find something similar to it in Paris or Copenhagen or Chicago. But there is no place like New Orleans. So it's a must-see city because there's no explaining it, no describing it. You can't compare it to anything. So, far and away New Orleans. - Anthony Bourdain

Portrait de Madame K. (1924) by Joan Miró First owned by Max Ernst, who bought it directly from Joan Miró. They had neighboring studios in Rue Blomet, the now-legendary centre of Surrealist thought and activity. Ernst later sold the painting to collector René Gaffé, a perfume magnate.

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You know what music is? God's little reminder that there's something else besides us in this universe; harmonic connection betweeen all living beings, everywhere, even the stars. ~ Robin Wiliams in August Rush (2007)

Le Gulf Stream, ca. 1954 Max Ernst

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The Red Cloud, 1907 Piet Mondrian