Vincent van Gogh by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Labyrinth in my Atelier, 1960, by Josef Sudek, bookbinder turned photographer after losing an arm in WWl
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“you have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs—the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limbs, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate—the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via la-peau-douce)
