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Tossed Cats, 1942
Photographer: Barbara Morgan
Akris spring 2012 detail
Damir Doma
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I love the structure of this coat. It is rough and creased like the bark of an oak tree yet soft and fuzzy at the same time. I guess this is what this tumblr is about. The joy of looking at something that is promising to be an arousing haptic sensation. Somebody invent the tactile internet please.
The Years
Virginia Woolf. By Leonard and Virginia Woolf at the Hogarth Press, 1937.First edition, original cloth, gilt spine, spine ends very slightly rubbed, dust-jacket, small chips to lower edges, small closed tears to lower spine and fold, 8vo,
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“The sun was shining again; the damp pavements gleamed; a gust of wind tossed up the wet branches of the almond trees in the villa gardens; little twigs and tufts of blossom whirled onto the pavement and stuck there. As she stood still for a second at a crossing she too seemed to be tossed aloft out of her usual surroundings. She forgot where she was. The sky, blown into a blue open space, seemed to be looking down not here upon streets and houses, but upon open country, where the wind brushed the moors, and sheep, with grey fleeces ruffled, sheltered under stone walls. She could almost see the moors brighten and darken as the clouds passed over them.”
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