Man Ray, Les Mystères du Château de Dé, 1929.
Still from Chelovek s kino apparatom (Man with a Movie Camera, 1929), dir. Dziga Vertov.
Eye c u.
Kanye can’t fuck with this.
I love Andrew Kuo and I love Morrissey so it makes sense this shirt is sold out.
The idiocy of rural life. LOL.
The average Armenian and Turkish faces.
Sorry Armos but the Turks have us beat in the looks department. I’m reminded of something Stuart Carey Welch once said about Armenian architecture—that it was “cramped and hemmed.” Not that it didn’t have it’s charming moments but that there was something irretrievably piecemeal and broken about its geometries. Apparently, so are our “average” physiognomies. I think that has something to do with how genetically concentrated we are, in contrast to, say, Turkic peoples, who are heavily diversified. Ethnically intermixed populations tend to be more attractive. Just look at Afghanistan, where every other street urchin is a civilian ten.
Of course, Armenians have great individual features—coarse hair, good coloration, beautiful noses and those great mournful eyes with overcast eyebrows and a thicket of lashes—which gives them a perfect foundation for mixing with other “lighter” peoples like, you know, Russians and, uh, Russian Jews.
I will, however, say, Armenians do make beautiful babies. Especially when there’s a little Odessa thrown in.
I love Alla Pugacheva, that’s my fuckin problem.
Anti-Semitic propaganda (top) and film (bottom) posters from Nazi Germany. Looks like pretty much every uncle I’ve ever had.
Yo, Judith Butler. I want your hair and your outfit.