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January 27th
4:03 PM
The Steps — Alexander Rodchenko, 1929

The Steps — Alexander Rodchenko, 1929

3:02 PM
Hermitage — Boris Ignatovich, 1931

Hermitage — Boris Ignatovich, 1931

October 4th
12:51 AM
Via
judaizers:

“We are Our Mountains” Soviet-era memorial near Stepanakert

judaizers:

We are Our Mountains” Soviet-era memorial near Stepanakert

August 5th
9:15 AM
Via
nevver:

The General (1927), Stenberg Brothers

nevver:

The General (1927), Stenberg Brothers

September 10th
6:00 AM
Via
anneyhall:

Pioneer Girl, 1930.
Photo by Alexander Rodchenko

anneyhall:

Pioneer Girl, 1930.

Photo by Alexander Rodchenko

August 13th
7:00 AM
Via
kvetchlandia:

Still from “The Man With the Movie Camera” Written, Directed and Photographed by Dziga Vertov     1929
“”It is far from simple to show the truth, yet the truth is simple.” Dziga Vertov

kvetchlandia:

Still from “The Man With the Movie Camera” Written, Directed and Photographed by Dziga Vertov     1929

“”It is far from simple to show the truth, yet the truth is simple.” Dziga Vertov

August 8th
10:00 AM
Via
kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Public Mourning at the Funeral for Vladimir Mayakovski     1930
“She loves me…she loves me not.
I tear my hands, scatter the broken fingers…loves me not
As we scatter the random riddling heads of daisies
Tumbling through summer.
Though I adopt the smooth chin and greying hair,
The silver, tinkling out the change of years,
I hope, I know that age will never bring
The final shame of prudent commonsense.
It’s after one and you must be asleep.
The milky way is like a silver river.
I’m in no hurry. There’s no need
To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or thunder…
See how much peace the world can give.
The sky is wrapped in stars, the gift of night.
At such a time you rise, and find you speak
To all the years, the future, and the world.
It’s after one and you must be asleep.
Or maybe you can feel the night as well.
I’m in no hurry. There’s no need
To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or thunder.”
From the Suicide Note of Vladimir Mayakovsky     1930

kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Public Mourning at the Funeral for Vladimir Mayakovski     1930

“She loves me…she loves me not.

I tear my hands, scatter the broken fingers…loves me not

As we scatter the random riddling heads of daisies

Tumbling through summer.

Though I adopt the smooth chin and greying hair,

The silver, tinkling out the change of years,

I hope, I know that age will never bring

The final shame of prudent commonsense.

It’s after one and you must be asleep.

The milky way is like a silver river.

I’m in no hurry. There’s no need

To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or thunder…

See how much peace the world can give.

The sky is wrapped in stars, the gift of night.

At such a time you rise, and find you speak

To all the years, the future, and the world.

It’s after one and you must be asleep.

Or maybe you can feel the night as well.

I’m in no hurry. There’s no need

To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or thunder.”

From the Suicide Note of Vladimir Mayakovsky     1930


August 7th
12:23 AM
Via
kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Pioneer with Bugle     1930

kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Pioneer with Bugle     1930

August 6th
11:00 PM
Via
kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Vladimir Mayakovsky     1924
“Love
         for us
                   is no paradise of arbors —
to us
          love tells us, humming,
                                            that the stalled motor
                                                                            of the heart
has started to work
                             again.
Vladimir Mayakovsky, “Letter from Paris to Comrade Kostorov on the Nature of Love” (1928)

kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Vladimir Mayakovsky     1924

“Love

         for us

                   is no paradise of arbors —

to us

          love tells us, humming,

                                            that the stalled motor

                                                                            of the heart

has started to work

                             again.

Vladimir Mayakovsky, “Letter from Paris to Comrade Kostorov on the Nature of Love” (1928)

7:00 PM
Via
kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Dive     1935
“Contradictions of perspective. Contrasts of light. Contrasts of form. Points of view impossible to achieve in drawing and painting. Foreshortenings with a strong distortion of the objects, with a crude handling of matter. Moments altogether new, never seen before… compositions whose boldness outstrips the imagination of painters… Then the creation of those instants which do not exist, contrived by means of photomontage. The negative transmits altogether new stimuli to the sentient mind and eye.” Aleksandr Rodchenko

kvetchlandia:

Aleksandr Rodchenko     Dive     1935

“Contradictions of perspective. Contrasts of light. Contrasts of form. Points of view impossible to achieve in drawing and painting. Foreshortenings with a strong distortion of the objects, with a crude handling of matter. Moments altogether new, never seen before… compositions whose boldness outstrips the imagination of painters… Then the creation of those instants which do not exist, contrived by means of photomontage. The negative transmits altogether new stimuli to the sentient mind and eye.” Aleksandr Rodchenko