Michael Leviton

Oleg Oprisco’s photographs are killing me.

Oleg Oprisco’s photographs are killing me.

This is how it’s supposed to feel. Cosmopolitan magazine Illustration by Jon Whitcomb October 1951.

This is how it’s supposed to feel. Cosmopolitan magazine Illustration by Jon Whitcomb October 1951.

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I like a naked man with a baby tiger. Ton Heukels by Alasdair McLellan.

I like a naked man with a baby tiger. Ton Heukels by Alasdair McLellan.

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I can actually really relate to this.

I can actually really relate to this.

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This is how it’s supposed to feel…

This is how it’s supposed to feel…

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Ida Lupino and Humphrey Bogart. This is how it’s supposed to feel…

Ida Lupino and Humphrey Bogart. This is how it’s supposed to feel…

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Veronica Lake perfection…

Veronica Lake perfection…

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This girl looks good…

This girl looks good…

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I’m a sucker for a song with words that don’t really fit the melody because it feels like the singer has a lot of things he really needs to say.

“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”

— James Baldwin

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This guy looks good.

This guy looks good.

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This still is from a movie called Pretty Poison. Looks promising…

This still is from a movie called Pretty Poison. Looks promising…

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Liz Phair perfection…

I adore few words as much as “crazy”. Once on a first date, a woman specified that she wasn’t crazy and all attraction I felt toward her evaporated. I find no thrill, beauty, or romance in the “sane”. Would I like to hear a crazy story? Yes. A sane story? A story sanitized? I’ll pass. “Crazy” sounds as beautiful as its meaning. It’s one of my favorite words to sing or hear sung.

"That’s it, it’s split, it can’t recover…Just frame the halves and call them a whole…"