The Sunflower - Gustav Klimt (1907)
Blegh, I’m bored and horny and drank several glasses of wine. I’d like some girlsex right about now pleasethankyou.
(Source: rumikokoyanagi, via mudwerks)
John Lennon’s photocopied face. Record Plant, NYC 1974
“During one of the breaks, I went into another room to copy some lead sheets. John entered this little room and walked over to the copy machine that I was using. Without a pause, he bent over and with his eyeglasses still on, put his face on the glass table of the photostat machine and hit the button. Two blinding lights later, a couple of the most amazing photostats of John’s smiling face, with a slightly flattened nose, came sliding out”
Linda McCartney backstage with circus horses at Madison Square Garden.
It’s shit. You can be a multi-millionaire and have everything you can think of in life, but it’s shit – you’re still going to die. You can go through life, go through millions of lives, and not even catch on to what the purpose is. You can try to see what the purpose is, and try to relate it back to Lime Street, Liverpool, just being a Scouse kid. That’s what I thought: ‘Well, this step from one to the other isn’t really that difficult; it’s just a change of attitude and a shift in perception.’ I always felt really close to the people, to the public, and to where I grew up, and the people who had become Beatles fans around the world.
That is, I suppose, why I wrote some songs that were trying to say: ‘Hey, you can all experience this, it’s available for everyone.’ But then you realise you can take the horse to the water, but you can’t make him drink. You can be standing right in front of the truth and not necessarily see it, and people only get it when they’re ready to get it. Sometimes people took the songs the wrong way, as if I was trying to preach, but I wasn’t. — George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology (via thateventuality)