Trois couleurs: Bleu (1993)
Directed by Krzysztof Kieslowski
Cinematography by Slawomir Idziak
(Source: hellobooze, via man-of-prose)
I had gone to no place where the roads were frozen and hard as iron, where it was clear cold and dry and the snow was dry and powdery and hare-tracks in the snow and the peasants took off their hats and called you Lord and there was good hunting. I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was.
—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Les Grandes Personnes (1961)
Let the microphone do the work.
(Source: blurrymelancholy, via cinemove)
You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
(Source: ashleybensons, via cinemove)
Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright
I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes.
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
Claude Monet, Poppy Field in a Hollow near Giverny,1885