Linda Connor
contact prints on printing-out paper from vintage glass plate negatives of Solar Eclipse from the collection of The Lick Observatory
1893-1910, prints made 1977-1996
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That’s a real story, too. My friend had this roommate who is this Orthodox Jewish girl. And she basically started a relationship with an Arab guy at the falafel shop. The funny thing is, this is a falafel shop that we used to go to because it’s near Columbia. I always thought it was so amazing. It’s called “Jerusalem Falafel Shop”. So I love the idea that in New York the Orthodox Jewish girl and the Arab guy can come together and fall in love in Jerusalem. Unfortunately, it’s only a falafel shop – but that’s why I’m very happy that I live in New York, where things like that seem normal sometimes.
— Ezra Koenig on Finger Back (via binkshapiro)
When it comes to matters of love, it’s often platonic devotion that proves the most intimate and carries the most weight in one’s life. It’s the love stories of friendship, the decades-spanning, unbreakable connection to someone that stays around as lovers come and go. Yes, romantic love is an all-encompassing illness of the heart, but without a best friend to guide you, life becomes less tolerable. Cinema has long been awash in tales of romantic love, of course, but it’s rare to see a tale of love between two female best friends, especially one that genuinely shows what it is like to have that kind of soul mate, without whom everything else would be askew. But with Noah Baumbach’s latest film, Frances Ha, we see one woman’s journey of self-discovery, ignited by a fractured friendship.
i want to see this so, so bad.
