fallontonight:

Mel B from nbcagt will be on the show tonight!

Mel B from *THE SPICE GIRLS

fallontonight:

Mel B from nbcagt will be on the show tonight!

Mel B from *THE SPICE GIRLS

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budweisermadeinamericafestival:

Philly!
budweisermusic:

Your full budweisermadeinamericafestival lineup #MadeInAmerica Philly. Tix on sale now @livenation: http//bit.ly/1juJYZF LA at Noon PDT.

budweisermadeinamericafestival:

Philly!

budweisermusic:

Your full budweisermadeinamericafestival lineup #MadeInAmerica Philly. Tix on sale now @livenation: http//bit.ly/1juJYZF LA at Noon PDT.

"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday." - American Beauty (1999)

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hitsvilleuk:

Tweets of the day: Of all the reactions to the finale of Breaking Bad, Phonte's might be the best. The Grammy-nominated ex-Little Brother member took to Twitter, comparing pretty much every name in the rap game to classic TV shows, and the analogies actually make a hell of a lot of sense; the “Mad Men = Eminem” one is so accurate it hurts.

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unhistorical:

Gustav Klimt “Golden Phase” detail from Judith I (1901), Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I (1907), and The Kiss (1907-1908). 

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flavorpill:


Neon text art
There must be some sort of unspoken art-show quota that dictates that every biennial/art fair/etc. has to contain at least one piece that involves neon tubes spelling out words.

The 10 pieces of art you see at every art fair ever 

flavorpill:

Neon text art

There must be some sort of unspoken art-show quota that dictates that every biennial/art fair/etc. has to contain at least one piece that involves neon tubes spelling out words.

The 10 pieces of art you see at every art fair ever 

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arpeggia:

Karl Holmqvist

arpeggia:

Karl Holmqvist

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yup

yup

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coneyisland-:

it was the busta rhymes, it was the worsta rhymes

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ana-ldr:

Barbara Kruger

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"

This is on a bus back from camp. I’m thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn’t met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That’s you. And we’re still at camp as long as we’re on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We’re still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We still smell like pineneedles. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I don’t know if you do or don’t more-than-like me. You’ve never said, so I haven’t been saying anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who’s smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one’s assigned to her, whose curly brown hair has a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet

Back in the real world we don’t go to the same school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we won’t go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And it might especially be it for us iExplainf I actually do say something. The sun’s gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. We’re talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know. And then I’m like, “Can I tell you something?” And all of a sudden I’m telling you. And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming and your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway. And there’s no expression on it. And I think just after a point I’m just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where you haven’t said “yes” or “no” yet. And regrettably I end up using the word “destiny.” I don’t remember in what context. Doesn’t really matter. Before long I’m out of stuff to say and you smile and say, “okay.” I don’t know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment, but there’s nowhere to go because we’re are on a bus. So I pretend like I’m asleep and before long, I really am

I wake up, the bus isn’t moving anymore. The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on. I turn and you’re not there. Then again a lot of kids aren’t in their seats anymore. We’re parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty. You might be in your dad’s car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus, just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off. It’s Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can’t really see her face, but I can see her smile. And she says one word: “destiny.” Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus. I didn’t know you were friends with them

I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is summer, even though there’s two weeks until school starts. This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I’m not saying this thing is true or not, I’m just saying it’s what I learned. I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn’t a place in my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But it’s a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven’t

"

childish gambino

destructs:

Robert Montgomery
Works for Neue Berliner Räume, 2012

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contemporaryartdaily:

Pieter Schoolwerth at Miguel Abreu

contemporaryartdaily:

Pieter Schoolwerth at Miguel Abreu

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