Eleanor Barba

These Decades that We Never Sleep, Black Light | TERENCE KOH

crystal chandelier, paint, lollipops, vegetable matter, human and horse hair, mineral oil, rope from a ship found after midnight, glass shards, stones and artist’s blood and shit

So excited to know chandelier’s are considered “fine art.” Can’t wait to make minez.

Jessica Stockholder | Peer Out

idgi. very ocean pacific or capri-sun tbh.

Fantasy Space | Ernest Neto

Remember that the weighted, saggy pantyhose trend belongs to Neto.

Joana Vasconcelos | Anovia

AI Wei Wei

Xiang Jing | Bang!

Tory Fair

Places I Haven’t Been (North America), 2011
by Evan Drolet Cook (via nevver)

(via ache)

Mia Feuer | Collapse

NGL, love this.

CORNO CORNO CORNO

Guillermo always.

NOBUYOSHI ARAKI

AUREL SCHMIDT | DON’T WANNA BE ALONE TONIGHT

“It is her funeral. December 1984. The 18th or maybe the 20th, in the morning. I can see the big church in the sixteenth arrondissement of Paris. Her ex-husband and me, facing each other. Her father, wearing a big black sweater with the sleeves sticking out from his coat. His first daughter had died at sea. Now this one had been killed in a plane. It crashed into the Conforama warehouse. Burned to death. So badly that they made her a tiny coffin, she who in life had been six feet tall. An absurd, monstrously small coffin.”

Page 239 of Sophie Calle’s Exquisite Pain.