"Ballerina, black-masked near a parapet of alabaster/ 'Can one -- somebody asked --
rhyme star and disaster?” Ode to a Model, Vladimir Nabokov
(image via thecobrasnake)
Charmed, I'm sure. (image via thecobrasnake)
"I felt a great disturbance in The Dandy, Hamish, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced." (image via vanityfair)
The morbid, teleological end of Reality TV -- Kid Fight Club: 2 Kids Enter, One kid leaves. (image via thecobrasnake; soon to be unveiled at upfronts)
If ever there was a band named "Narcissistic Magnetism," this would be the publicity still. And you would feel oddly compelled to rock their shit. (image via thecobrasnake)
Two words: Buttock implants. (image via thecobrasnake)
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