A worker at the Roure perfume plant in Grasse, France, scoops up the morning’s rose harvest at the end of May. These rose petals will be processed immediately into an absolute, the aromatic liquid which is the basic component of perfume; photographed by Michael Freeman
"Dance Hall Days". Photographed by Étienne Saint-Denis for Used Magazine
Lip Liner (2003)
walking out of a bathroom with no hand dryers like
Designed by Joe Colombo, 1960s
Now I think of nothing any more. I don’t even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing. I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via mentalprolapse)