c’est une métaphore
c’est une métaphore
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND PEOPLE WHO DON’T GET EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN MOVIES LIKE HOW DO YOU NOT FALL IN LOVE OVER AND OVER WITH CHARACTERS AND DROOL OVER CINEMATOGRAPHY AND CRY AT THE SOUNDTRACKS AND STOP BREATHING OVER THE BEAUTY OF THE WORDS I GO INTO A CINEMA AND I WALK OUT A DIFFERENT PERSON HOW DOES THIS NOT HAPPEN TO EVERYONE???/
These shots of him are just beautiful. How menacing they make him look just by way he walks and holds his weapon with authority. How he takes his time to get to Fury. The way his hair blows in the wind and his body moves across the cloud of white smoke as if he had just materialized out of thin air. And then you have that perfect mechanical music in the background that sound like nails on a blackboard and white noise.
this was 700% necessary and don’t try to tell yourself otherwise
Creative Fashionary sketches by Grace Ciao
Grace is a fashion illustrator from Singapore. She draws inspiration from everything around her. Her favourite materials are watercolours and flowers. Here are her amazing Fashionary sketches inspired by flowers!
“There was a place near an airport, Kowloon, when Hong Kong wasn’t China, but there had been a mistake, a long time ago, and that place, very small, many people, it still belonged to China. So there was no law there. An outlaw place. And more and more people crowded in; they built it up, higher. No rules, just building, just people living. Police wouldn’t go there. Drugs and whores and gambling. But people living, too. Factories, restaurants. A city. No laws.”
—William Gibson, Idoru
It was the most densely populated place on Earth for most of the 20th century, where a room cost the equivalent of US$6 per month in high rise buildings that belonged to no country. In this urban enclave, “a historical accident”, law had no place. Drug dealers, pimps and prostitutes lived and worked alongside kindergartens, and residents walked the narrow alleys with umbrellas to shield themselves from the endless, constant dripping of makeshift water pipes above….
Kowloon ‘Walled’ City lost its wall during the Second World War when Japan invaded and razed the walls for materials to expand the nearby airport. When Japan surrendered, claims of sovereignty over Kowloon finally came to a head between the Chinese and the British. Perhaps to avoid triggering yet another conflict in the wake of a world war, both countries wiped their hands of the burgeoning territory.
And then came the refugees, the squatters, the outlaws. The uncontrolled building of 300 interconnected towers crammed into a seven-acre plot of land had begun and by 1990, Kowloon was home to more than 50,000 inhabitants….
Despite earning its Cantonese nickname, “City of Darkness”, amazingly, many of Kowloon’s residents liked living there. And even with its lack of basic amenities such as sanitation, safety and even sunlight, it’s reported that many have fond memories of the friendly tight-knit community that was “poor but happy”.
“People who lived there were always loyal to each other. In the Walled City, the sunshine always followed the rain,” a former resident told the South China Morning Post….
Today all that remains of Kowloon is a bronze small-scale model of the labyrinth in the middle a public park where it once stood.
This isn’t to say places like Kowloon Walled City no longer exist in Hong Kong….
too fucking cool for words
Reminds me of Ceres from ai no kusabi
Exhibit A: A pair of legs on the movie poster just screams that there is an adult scene or scene in the bedroom somewhere in the film. It also screams that putting this movie poster together came easy!
when someone is already really attractive and then they have to go and be really fucking perfect and adorable all the time and just parade around your life like that
“My friend who is a gardener sends me photos of himself at work” (via)
Assassin’s Creed: Garden edition