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Depth over distance every time, my dear
And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods
But it’s the roots that will bind us here
To the ground

-Ben Howard, “Depth Over Distance”
Seriously.

Seriously.

dosnoventa:

We Were Never Born by Dosnoventa.
With the support of Lacoste Live.

"I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree on a cold winter day. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. 
Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity.
We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. 
I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space, but the emptiness of space will never crumble away because it was never born.”

Jack Kerouac

director
SERGI CASTELLÀ
filmmaker
HECTOR FERREÑO
production
BLACK MILK STUDIO
cinematographer
ALBERT SALAS
1st assistant camera
EDUARD VILA
gaffer & grip
EDUARDO SIN
editor 
XAVI TRILLA

colorist
LARA VILANOVA
camera service
SEITOFILMS
camera service 2nd unit
GUY PEREZ
artwork
DANIMELO
still photography
BRAZO DE HIERRO
sound design
DANI LLAMAS
voice over
JAMES PHILLIPS
voice recording
IGLOU STUDIO

cast
JUAN GUADALAJARA
JUANMA POZO
DANIMELO
LENA SOLÀ
PAULA COT
XAVI FUENTES
PAU SOTO
NOMAR MORROS
OTTO

special thanks to
NACHO PUIG
RAQUEL VIEIRA
SERGI ROQUER
JAVIER TRILLA
PAU SOLER
BRAZO DE HIERRO
SEITO FILMS
CUSTOM EFFECTS
GUY PEREZ
ION PANANIDES
JOAN SALA
ORIOL BORDES
RICARD BEA
SERGIO ARMET
TECHNOK
ANOTHER LIGHT
OVER
HED
KIDDO MOTORS
SIGHT MANAGEMENT STUDIO

For more info visit 
dosnoventabikes.com

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This man makes my heart melt

This man makes my heart melt

(Source: unsaf-e, via trait)


The free bird leapson the back of the windand floats downstreamtill the current endsand dips his wingsin the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky.But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings are clipped andhis feet are tiedso he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird singswith fearful trillof the things unknownbut longed for stilland his tune is heardon the distant hill for the caged birdsings of freedomThe free bird thinks of another breezean the trade winds soft through the sighing treesand the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawnand he names the sky his own.But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreamshis shadow shouts on a nightmare screamhis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedso he opens his throat to singThe caged bird singswith a fearful trillof things unknownbut longed for stilland his tune is heardon the distant hillfor the caged birdsings of freedom. 

- Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

- Maya Angelou

(Source: vixeninblack)

In one of the Museum’s courtyards is a swimming pool framed by a limestone deck. When seen from the deck, the pool appears to be filled with deep, shimmering water. In fact, however, a layer of water only some 10 centimeters deep is suspended over transparent glass. Below the glass is an empty space with aquamarine walls that viewers can enter. The work sets up an unfolding sequence of experiences—we view the pool through the glass wall enclosing the courtyard; from the deck, looking down into the pool; and from the interior of the pool, looking up. The Swimming Pool might hence be considered a place where, slowly, with time, different perspectives and perceptions of self and others all come to intersect.

In one of the Museum’s courtyards is a swimming pool framed by a limestone deck. When seen from the deck, the pool appears to be filled with deep, shimmering water. In fact, however, a layer of water only some 10 centimeters deep is suspended over transparent glass. Below the glass is an empty space with aquamarine walls that viewers can enter. The work sets up an unfolding sequence of experiences—we view the pool through the glass wall enclosing the courtyard; from the deck, looking down into the pool; and from the interior of the pool, looking up. The Swimming Pool might hence be considered a place where, slowly, with time, different perspectives and perceptions of self and others all come to intersect.

(Source: leandroerlich.com.ar)

"John William Keedy explores themes of anxiety and varied neuroses in his photography."

(Source: aspotofgobbeh, via lllackluster)

Q&A with Ryan from Bodices and corsets by Lerue, on Etsy

stephanietwilleylarper:

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Q: When was your Etsy shop started?
A: I started my shop September 7 2013

Q: What is your favorite material that you work with?
A: My favorite material to work with is dupioni silk, it’s a raw form of silk and just so pretty and has a great look and feel to it. But I love leathers and…

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