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I remember discussing The Little Prince, which was as sacred to Jimmy as a bible was to other people. He believed in that book, I can’t tell you… It’s the story of this special little guy who comes from another planet and is extraordinarily compelling, and has a view of life that is absolutely beautiful, and of relationships that is very touching. And then a time comes when he has to go away, and he allows the snake to bite him and he goes back to his little planet… Well, what have we here, what have we here… Whose story is that? - Bill Bast

I remember discussing The Little Prince, which was as sacred to Jimmy as a bible was to other people. He believed in that book, I can’t tell you… It’s the story of this special little guy who comes from another planet and is extraordinarily compelling, and has a view of life that is absolutely beautiful, and of relationships that is very touching. And then a time comes when he has to go away, and he allows the snake to bite him and he goes back to his little planet… Well, what have we here, what have we here… Whose story is that? - Bill Bast

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René Magritte ~ "The Lovers", 1928

The origin of these disturbing images has been attributed to various sources in Magritte’s imagination. Like many of his Surrealist associates, Magritte was fascinated by ‘Fantomas’, the shadowy hero of the thriller series which first appeared in novel form in 1913, and shortly after in films made by Louis Feuillade. The identity of ‘Fantomas’ is never revealed; he appears in the films disguised with a cloth or stocking over his head. Another source for the shrouded heads in Magritte’s paintings has been suggested in the memory of his mother’s apparent suicide. In 1912, when Magritte was only thirteen years of age, his mother was found drowned in the river Sambre; when her body was recovered from the river, her nightdress was supposedly wrapped around her head. <source>

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#tbt to Spain, when Wilson and I were doing&#8230;whatever the hell it was that we were doing  (at Ratchet Central, España)

#tbt to Spain, when Wilson and I were doing…whatever the hell it was that we were doing (at Ratchet Central, España)

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Shooting letters with @verenasmit

To see more photos of Verena’s play on words follow @verenasmit on Instagram

It all started with an old typewriter and some tired expressions. “I began playing with the clichés we hear all the time,” São Paulo visual artist Verena Smit (@verenasmit), says. “I’ll cross out a letter or a word, but make it so it can still be read. While there’s a part that rejects the cliché, there’s also a part that would like to somehow embrace it.”