… i just love them TOO MUCH. them and their sick, twisted, brilliant minds.

martin parr has collected and is now exhibiting these ”painted photographs.” they once were press photos that got marked up by editors/publications to specify reproduction instructions or cropping, but they look fantastic as they are.

don’t forget,
no billboards
in space.
(…yet.)

poster by mats ottdahl, found via e.b.! such perfection.

“the latin american photobook: the best kept secret in the history of photography”
- martin parr

this exhibit, “a new history of the latin american photobook,” opened jan. 20 at le bal in paris and features over forty books produced between 1921 and 2012. i really hope to see this when i’m in france, or else when the show comes to new york!

“to me, they were really just my parents. we had a lovely life. we went to private school. but they had quite an eccentric life, going into nightclubs and coming back when we got up to go to school. that was kind of weird. but apart from that, we had a very normal life. they had simple tastes. their idea was to always keep your feet on the ground, so that’s what we did. i was able to go on the street, and it was normal when people came up to them and asked for autographs. it was just part of everyday life. i just learned through their way of living – through all of that fame to always be happy when someone comes up to ask for an autograph. people really loved them in a very honest way. it wasn’t until very late that i understood what my father was writing about. i had lived with his songs all my life, but i never really understood the lyrics, or what went into them. of course, it is special because now i know that my father was a genius. but he lived in a very casual way.”

- charlotte gainsbourg in interview magazine, feb. 2012. she’s so chill; it’s impressive.
more photos and the rest of the interview are here.

bob dylan. bangor, maine. 1975. because there’s finally snow on the street.

‘the artist’ won three golden globes! as it should have. this man’s eyebrows alone deserve their own award. so does the dog.

last night at the violet hour was pretty much just like this.