To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
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Henri Cartier-Bresson, The Minds Eye See Cartier-Bresson’s rare color photographs here. (via life) |
Henry (8) and Sal (10) watching "Marie Antoinette"
Henry: They'd better not take that pug from the girl from Spider-man. Oh my GOD they did. I hate France.
Henry: I want a feather pen.
Sal: They are really heavy and hard to write with. You have to dip them in ink. They leave blotches.
Henry: You don't think I know that stuff? I tried to make a feather pen.
Henry: Is he wearing a wig? Why is a big butt dress supposed to be fancy? Everyone likes big butts. They cannot lie. This is where the song probably came from.
Henry: Instead of kissing at the wedding they should do the chicken dance.
Henry: Are there explosions in this?
Henry: Is everyone going to watch them go to bed? Are they dying? Okay is everyone going to go in their room every night?
Henry: Uhhh (boob shot)
Henry: Did they want them to have a kid their first night together?! Um, they kinda have to know each other first. Jeez.
Henry: I can't wait to go to France and eat pastries.
Me: They're just like the ones at the patisserie.
Henry: No. They're better. Mom, it's Paris.
Henry: Do they have to make a baby here at some point? God, that would be annoying. This prince is a weirdo. He makes keys.
Sal: Why is the King with that girl? That's not the queen? Ew!
Henry: What about that pug?
Henry: They said the princess is fooling around, but the prince is never sleeping with her.
Henry: Don't walk behind that huge dress! Peacock! CA-CAWWW!!
