5 beijos icónicos

 Gustav Klimt, The Kiss -1907-08

 Eternal Kiss, Central Station, 1944

Alfred Eisenstaedt,  V Day, Kiss,1945

Robert Doisneau, La Baiser de l'Hotel de Ville,Paris,1950

Elliott Erwitt, California, USA 1955

Amelia

Amelia Earhart ca. 1928

(1897 — 1937)

Desaparecida a 2 de julho de 1937 no Oceano Pacífico ocidental.

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Frida

Frida Kahlo

(July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954)

iconica

Jean-Pierre Rey, [Girl waving flag in crowd during general strike, Paris], May 1968

Toulouse-Lautrec caga na praia

Em 1898, Mauríce Joyant, proprietário de uma galeria de arte parisiense, fotografa o seu amigo de infância Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec a cagar numa praia em Le Crotoy, Picardie.

Um ano mais tarde Toulouse-Lautrec é internado num asilo e morre em 1901 devido a múltiplas complicações causadas pelo alcoolismo e pela sífilis.

Não sei o que é que uma coisa tem a ver com a outra...

Iconic Photos

Rosa Parks

Rosa Parks sits in the front of a bus in Montgomery, Alabama, 
after the Supreme Court ruled segregation illegal on the city bus system on December 21st, 1956.

Man sitting behind Parks is Nicholas C. Chriss, a reporter for United Press International out of Atlanta.

United Press Association photo - New York World-Telegram & the Sun Newspaper Photograph Collection.

“People always say that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was forty-two. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in…. When I declined to give up my seat, it was not that day or bus in particular. I just wanted to be free, like everybody else.” – Rosa Parks.

Parks was arrested on December 1, 1955 for refusing to give up her seat in the front of a bus.

Naquela manhã, Rosa estava farta... fartinha... percebem o que quero dizer?

Iconic Photos

Siempre (Relembrando Chê)

Alberto Korda - Che, 5 de Março de 1960

Aunque los pasos toquen mil años este sitio,
no borrarán la sangre de los que aquí cayeron.

Y no se extinguirá la hora en que caísteis,
aunque miles de voces crucen este silencio.
La lluvia empapará las piedras de la plaza,
pero no apagará vuestros nombres de fuego.
Mil noches caerán con sus alas oscuras,
sin destruir el día que esperan estos muertos.

El día que esperamos a lo largo del mundo
tantos hombres, el día final del sufrimiento.

Un día de justicia conquistada en la lucha,
y vosotros, hermanos caídos, en silencio,
estaréis con nosotros en ese vasto día
de la lucha final, en ese día inmenso.

Pablo Neruda