stop. look. listen.

i am isy` and i like to ramble here.

RIP Marina Keegan

Marina Keegan was someone I didn’t know. I only know of her through an LA Times article : http://www.latimes.com/news/nation/nationnow/la-na-nn-marina-keegan-news-brief-20120528,0,5156559.story?track=rss&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_mediu  

She was killed in a vehicular accident last Saturday. She was only 22, recently graduated from Yale.

She wrote so well, with this passage particularly struck me as beautiful and true:

“What we have to remember is that we can still do anything,” she wrote. “We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.”

It just made me a little bit sad, that someone who was so young, and vibrant and ready to take the worlld has left so tragically. 

Life is really, too short. 

rookiemag:

geneparade:

In the 19th Century having a photograph taken was a lengthy process. Frustrated by the difficulties of getting children to sit still long enough to snap a proper photo , photographers in the 1800’s conceived of a technique called “The Hidden Mother”. Draping a sheet over the mothers head in an attempt to camouflage her as a part of the furniture to better emphasize the child, the mother was then able to hold her infant and keep them still long enough for the camera to get an exposure. Vintage photographs already have a eerie feel to them, but these images of moms as cloaked phantoms take the creep factor to the next level.

aaaahhhh

-anna

we need one for X-Men too. 

(via sofifi)

halogenic:

Marina Abramović - The Artist Is Present: This emotional exhibit, held in the Museum of Modern Art for three months in early spring 2010, featured Abramović sitting in a chair for the entirety of the day at the museum. Visitors were encouraged to sit silently across from the artist for a duration of their choosing, becoming participants in the artwork. Abramović, acting as an “emotional mirror” to the patrons, silently stared at them, often inducing deeply profound and heartbreaking reactions.

(via ninjaonthedancefloor)