Mostar, Bosnia, September 1992. A Bosnian soldier plays the piano in the destroyed music school.Photo by Teun Voeten.
retroreverbs:

Andy Warhol - Empire (1964).
medieval:

Another guardian of the kingdom.
From a copy of the Persian version of Qazwini’s ʻAjāʼib al-makhlūqāt wa-gharāʼib al-mawjūdāt, “The marvels of creation and the oddities of existence”, commonly known as “The cosmography of Qazwini”.  1500s. 
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Dear daughter,

This letter has taken an extraordinary time getting itself together. I have all along known that I wanted to tell you directly of some of the lessons I have learned and under what conditions I have learned them.

My life has been long, and believing that life loves the lovers of it, I have dared go try many things, sometimes trembling, but daring, still. I have only included here events and lessons which I have found useful. I have not told how I have used the solutions, knowing that you are intelligent and creative and resourceful and you will use them as you see fit.

You will find in this book accounts of growing up, unexpected emergencies, a few poems, some light stories to make you laugh and some to make you meditate.

There have been people in my life who meant me well, taught me valuable lessons, and others who have meant me ill and, have given me ample notification that my world is not meant to be all peaches and cream.

I have made many mistakes and no doubt will make more before I die. When I have seen pain, when I have found that my ineptness has caused displeasure, I have learned to accept my responsibility and to forgive myself first, then to apologize to anyone injured by my mis reckoning. Since I cannot unlive history, and repentance is all I can offer God, I have hopes that my sincere apologies were accepted.

You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud. Do not complain. Make every effort to change things you do not like. If you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking. You might find a new solution.

Never whine. Whining lets a brute know that a victim is in the neighbourhood.

Be certain that you do not die without have done something wonderful for humanity.

I gave birth to one child, a son, but I have thousands of daughters. You are black and white, Jewish and Muslim, Asian, Spanish-speaking, Native American and Aleut. You are fat and thin and pretty and plain, gay and straight, educated and unlettered, and I am speaking to you all. Here is my offering to you.

Maya Angelou, Letter to my Daughter (via coffeestainedheart)
drawpaintprint:

Henri Cartier-Bresson: Madrid, 1933. Gelatin silver print
adieufranz:

Romualdas Rakauskas, 1981
kate-jam-and-diamonds:

Mademoiselle magazine November 1993

Otho LloydPlaça de Sant Agusti Velle, Barcelona, 1946
rifles:

John Baldessari — There Isn’t Time (Goya Series), 1997
draculahs