Homeless Irishman stares blankly into the lens of Don McCullin’s camera after spending the night in front of the smouldering embers of a street fire,taken in Aldgate East London, 1970.
McCullin by David & Jacqui Moriis, 2013 is a documentary which was part of BBC’s ‘Imagine’ series that looked at the photographer (Don McCullin’s) work, thanks to /u/bimyo for making me aware of this and posting it to /r/documentaries.
And here is My Source from which I retrieved the photograph, it was a retrospective of McCullin’s work at the National Gallery of Canada in Ottawa.
because aren’t you tired of love songs about him? about the way he makes you feel? here’s an hour of songs sung by girls for girls who love girls - nary a male pronoun in the whole batch.
tracklist: crabbuckit // good lovelies | best song ever // gabrielle aplin | emotions // ariana grande | love on top // beyoncé | slow hands // azealia banks | electric lady // janelle monáe ft. solange | baby i // ariana grande | dorothy dandridge eyes // janelle monáe ft. esperanza spalding | inside and out // feist | 400 lux // lorde | she keeps me warm // mary lambert | angels // the xx | love they say // tegan and sara | don’t leave me (ne me quitte pas) // regina spektor | kiss me in the kitchen // good lovelies
Billie Holiday “Strange Fruit" London; 1959
this is chilling
Look at her eyes my God
"My camera roll is an aide-mémoire, in the old-fashioned sense, a way of collecting souvenirs, which, like any trinket, might be meaningful only to me. And so what? I can scroll back through time, because of my camera, and remember where I have been, what I saw, whom I was with — and this isn’t limited to what I captured in an image. Each image triggers associated recollections, and they roll alongside, hovering around each picture."
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)
"Go Outside and Play" by Kevin Van Aelst