Diamante Em Bruto


"Nowadays beauty no longer appears in action, action no longer aspires to be beautiful, and wisdom exists in a seperate sphere."
-Gide

porcelain-horse-horselain:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

Ayn Rand’s Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone
“Malfoy bought the whole team brand-new Nimbus Cleansweeps!” Ron said, like a poor person. “That’s not fair!”
“Everything that is possible is fair,” Harry reminded him gently. “If he is able to purchase better equipment, that is his right as an individual. How is Draco’s superior purchasing ability qualitatively different from my superior Snitch-catching ability?”
“I guess it isn’t,” Ron said crossly.
Harry laughed, cool and remote, like if a mountain were to laugh. “Someday you’ll understand, Ron.”

Harry and Ron stood before the Mirror of Erised. “My God,” Ron said. “Harry, it’s your dead parents.”
Harry’s eyes flicked momentarily over to the mirror. “So it is. This information is neither useful nor productive. Let us leave at once, to assist Hagrid in his noble enterprise of raising as many dragon eggs as he sees fit, in spite of our country’s unjust dragon-trading restrictions.”
“But it’s your parents, Harry,” Ron said. Ron never really got it.
Harry sighed. “The fundamental standard for all relationships is the trader principle, Ron.”
“I don’t understand,” Ron said.
“Of course you don’t,” said Harry affectionately. “This principle holds that we should interact with people on the basis of the values we can trade with them – values of all sorts, including common interests in art, sports or music, similar philosophical outlooks, political beliefs, sense of life, and more. Dead people have no value according to the trader principle.”
“But they gave birth to y–”
“I made myself, Ron,” Harry said firmly.

porcelain-horse-horselain:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

Ayn Rand’s Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone

“Malfoy bought the whole team brand-new Nimbus Cleansweeps!” Ron said, like a poor person. “That’s not fair!”

“Everything that is possible is fair,” Harry reminded him gently. “If he is able to purchase better equipment, that is his right as an individual. How is Draco’s superior purchasing ability qualitatively different from my superior Snitch-catching ability?”

“I guess it isn’t,” Ron said crossly.

Harry laughed, cool and remote, like if a mountain were to laugh. “Someday you’ll understand, Ron.”

Harry and Ron stood before the Mirror of Erised. “My God,” Ron said. “Harry, it’s your dead parents.”

Harry’s eyes flicked momentarily over to the mirror. “So it is. This information is neither useful nor productive. Let us leave at once, to assist Hagrid in his noble enterprise of raising as many dragon eggs as he sees fit, in spite of our country’s unjust dragon-trading restrictions.”

“But it’s your parents, Harry,” Ron said. Ron never really got it.

Harry sighed. “The fundamental standard for all relationships is the trader principle, Ron.”

“I don’t understand,” Ron said.

“Of course you don’t,” said Harry affectionately. “This principle holds that we should interact with people on the basis of the values we can trade with them – values of all sorts, including common interests in art, sports or music, similar philosophical outlooks, political beliefs, sense of life, and more. Dead people have no value according to the trader principle.”

“But they gave birth to y–”

“I made myself, Ron,” Harry said firmly.

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fineprintnyc:

These scenes are so realistic, it’s hard to believe they are actually dioramas » http://goo.gl/WBm0Nf

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ennish:

I will never get over the detail in this scene.

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2000-lightyearsfromhome:

Jeanloup Sieff
Monique Dutto, Robe Christian Dior, Paris, for Jardin des Modes, 1960

2000-lightyearsfromhome:

Jeanloup Sieff

Monique Dutto, Robe Christian Dior, Paris, for Jardin des Modes, 1960

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ephemeralogy:

not-safe-for-earth:

flutterjedi:

premiumcountryside:

dougnolan1:

Never trust an architect.

It’s terrifying. It looks like the real life version of a video game graphic glitch.

I want to see inside.

That guy’s neighborhood association must be shitting itself.

Looks like something that came out of Frank Gehry

ephemeralogy:

not-safe-for-earth:

flutterjedi:

premiumcountryside:

dougnolan1:

Never trust an architect.

It’s terrifying. It looks like the real life version of a video game graphic glitch.

I want to see inside.

That guy’s neighborhood association must be shitting itself.

Looks like something that came out of Frank Gehry

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