/// Be a Romy, in a world full of Kardashians.


Back in office.

All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualification and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. This becomes even more obvious when posterity gives a final verdict and sometimes rehabilitates forgotten artists.

— Marcel Duchamp


Den eigenen Namen auf irgendein Werk zu setzen, sichert niemandem das Anrecht auf Erinnerung, denn wer weiß, ob nicht gerade die besten spurlos verschwunden sind.

— W. G. Sebald

A bond between souls is ancient — older than the planet.

— Dianna Hardy

Leonard Cohen, You want it darker;
Remix by Paul Kalkbrenner

You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

— Warsan Shire

One who is everywhere is nowhere.

— Seneca

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The excellence of every art is its intensity.

― John Keats


Early Layout for: Rick Owens: Furniture, 2017

Don't remember me. Feel me. The less you think me, the more you love me.

— Julia de Burgos

Equinoxe; revisited.

So it's always a process of letting go, one way or another.

— Charles Bukowski


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Everything you did not understand has made you what you are.

— Charles Simic

Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.

— Michel Houellebecq

They're so electric in Dazzledorf ...

He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

— Madeline Miller

Confusion is a sign of vast embracing. Don't be anxious about it. Later, you will make the synthesis. First take in, understand, love everything. It's good.

— Mossèn Cinto Verdaguer


[Feel the Juche; thank.]

Memory is a lonely observer.

— Charles Wright

Udo Kier; als Baron Tante Teufel

Egomania - Insel ohne Hoffnung;
inszeniert von Christoph Schlingensief, 1986

We never love anyone. We love only our idea of what someone is like. We love an idea of our own; in short, it is ourselves that we love.

— Fernando Pessoa