“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

Jim Ludlow

Ciarán Og Arnold

Christopher Lee and Maria Rohm, Eugenie,1969

Amia Venera Landscape

Vesikalı Yarim 1968

#fleshistanbul

A person of good intelligence and sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality - and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing - it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavored dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street.

Brigitte Bardot in En cas de malheur (1958, Claude Autant-Lara)

İstanbul January 2015

Tolga Kardeş

Zaria Forman

Jeremy Mann

Greg Puciato

from Shel Silverstein's The Missing Piece

Lisa Fonssagrives with harp, 1939. Photo by Horst P. Horst.