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Shoshana L. Clark

I like a little bit of everything and sometimes a lot of one thing.

In San Jose. California Bar, Day 1 is tomorrow.

In San Jose. California Bar, Day 1 is tomorrow.

Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity. We cherish books even if unread, there mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access reassurance.

—A.E. Newton  (via ablogwithaview)

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Lost in Translation - Dir. Sofia Coppola 

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Based on the life of Alan Turing - a mathematician, code-breaker and pioneer of computer science.

In 1938, he began working for a secret British organisation called the Government Code and Cipher School. He helped the government decipher the German Enigma machine. He designed a machine - Bombe - that successfully decrypted the German war codes. In 1945 he was given the Order of the British Empire (OBE) for his services.

Post-war he turned his attention to another sort of machine, and in 1949 he developed a body of work that became the basis of artificial intelligence. In 1951 he was named as a fellow of the Royal Society.

In 1952, he was tried and arrested for being a homosexual (then a criminal offence). To avoid prison, he accepted treatment through injections of estrogen for a year that were meant to neutralize his libido. All his security clearances were also withdrawn.

He died in 1954, he committed suicide.

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fuckyeahfashioncouture:

Giambattista Valli  Haute Couture Winter 2014

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Giambattista Valli  Haute Couture Winter 2014

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I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

—b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

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So many books, so little time.

So many books, so little time.

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Christopher Kane Spring 2012 RTW - details

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Christopher Kane Spring 2012 RTW - details

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