Painting by Canadian artist Dominic Besner -

“Mnemosyne” directed by Sayaka Maruyama.

Photography by Japanese film director and photographer Sayaka Maruyama -

“IceShifts” – Dresses frozen in blocks of ice by environmental artist Nicole Dextras -

Photography by fashion photographer Barry Lategan -

Painting by Kehinda Wiley -

An animated film to debut Maria Romero’s collection…

Maria Romero: Dulce de Reliquias on Nowness.com.

Clips from the film “Hero” by Zhang Yimou

“Great Wide Open” by Sarah Fimm.

Martina Topley Bird – Sandpaper Kisses by Independiente

By Milton Greene

By Irving Penn

By Horst P Horst

With Judy Garland

“Darling, the legs aren’t so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.”

“I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.”

“America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German – German in my soul.”

“In America, sex is an obsession, in other parts of the world it’s a fact.”

“There is a gigantic difference between earning a great deal of money and being rich.”

-Marlene Dietrich

Photography by Italian fashion photographer Paolo Roversi -

Drip painting by Chrissy Angliker -

Painting by Jonathan Saiz -

Images from the Hubble Space Telescope -

Art pieces by Remed -

Grape sculptures by street artist Ludo -

A love letter to Coney Island by Robert Kolodny -

An old favourite from Dorothy Parker -

Song of Perfect Propriety

Oh, I should like to ride the seas,
A roaring buccaneer;
A cutlass banging at my knees,
A dirk behind my ear.
And when my captives’ chains would clank
I’d howl with glee and drink,
And then fling out the quivering plank
And watch the beggars sink.

I’d like to straddle gory decks,
And dig in laden sands,
And know the feel of throbbing necks
Between my knotted hands.
Oh, I should like to strut and curse
Among my blackguard crew….
But I am writing little verse,
As little ladies do.

Oh, I should like to dance and laugh
And pose and preen and sway,
And rip the hearts of men in half,
And toss the bits away.
I’d like to view the reeling years
Through unastonished eyes,
And dip my finger-tips in tears,
And give my smiles for sighs.

I’d stroll beyond the ancient bounds,
And tap at fastened gates,
And hear the prettiest of sound-
The clink of shattered fates.
My slaves I’d like to bind with thongs
That cut and burn and chill….
But I am writing little songs,
As little ladies will.

– Dorothy Parker