Bande à part / Ask Archive About Elsewhere
My heart was a hysterical, unreliable organ.

Vladimir Nabokov  
Françoise Dorléac, 1964
Q: love the playlists you share from time to time. could you share another one? x

Sure. Here you go:

DJ Tennis - The Outcast feat. Pillowtalk

FKA Twigs - Two Weeks

Roisin Murphy - Ancora Tu

Holy Other - Feel Something

Jamie XX - All Under One Roof Raving 

Voiski - Wax Fashion

Caribou - Can’t Do Without You

Inner Sense - MoTP

Slow Hands - Belle of The Ball

Kasper Bjorke - Heaven (Nicolas Jaar Remix)

Efdemin - Decay

Ricardo Villalobos - Enfants (Chants)

Omar S - Romancing The Stone

Leon Vynehall - Inside the Deku Tree

Lone - Jaded 



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kirsten #5, jean-françois lepage for jil sander (unpublished polaroid), 1990
When he was alone, José Arcadio Buendía consoled himself with the dream of the infinite rooms. He dreamed that he was getting out of bed, opening the door and going into an identical room with the same bed with a wrought-iron head, the same wicker chair, and the same small picture of the Virgin of Help on the back wall. From that room he would go into another that was just the same, the door of which would open into another that was just the same, the door of which would open into another one just the same, and then into another exactly alike, and so on to infinity. He liked to go from room to room, as in a gallery of parallel mirrors, until Prudencio Aguilar would touch him on the shoulder. Then he would go back from room to room, walking in reverse, going back over his trail, and he would find Prudencio Aguilar in the room of reality. But one night, two weeks after they took him to his bed, Prudencio Aguilar touched his shoulder in an intermediate room and he stayed there forever, thinking that it was the real room.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude  
Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Anton Chekhov  

Leos Carax and Juliette Binoche during the Cannes Film Festival, 1988.
Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.

C.S. Lewis  
Marina Tsvetaeva, “The Poem of the End”
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

Kurt Vonnegut  
Ray Brooks and Charlotte Rampling, 1965
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