humberthussein:

Mississippi Fred McDowell

humberthussein:

Mississippi Fred McDowell

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28 May 2012 Reblogged from humberthussein

Bombino live

I wish I was a component of water and I could go off in the sun and just dry out…

— Tom Waits

The Hand of Miles Davis (B), New York, 1986 By Irving Penn

The Hand of Miles Davis (B), New York, 1986 By Irving Penn

“The Wrinkles of The City” Cuba Project by JR & Jose Parla

“The Wrinkles of The City” Cuba Project by JR & Jose Parla

capitalnewyork:

Bronx Boys: A Digital Monograph by Stephen Shames

capitalnewyork:

Bronx Boys: A Digital Monograph by Stephen Shames

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everydayfrustone:

Caine’s Arcade

A 9 year old boy - who built an elaborate cardboard arcade inside his dad’s used auto part store - is about to have the best day of his life.

source. Colossal

Because heart warming stories are seldom nowadays. Plus, who doesn’t love to go to the arcade?


A loving Inglewood father dies shielding his son from gunfire: Fredrick Martin Jr. made no effort to conceal his pride for his 8-year-old son. When they heard gunfire, Martin pushed the boy to the ground and huddled over him. He later died in surgery, but his son survived.
Photo: Fredrick Martin Jr. and his 8-year-old son, Fredrick “Tre” Martin III.

A loving Inglewood father dies shielding his son from gunfire: Fredrick Martin Jr. made no effort to conceal his pride for his 8-year-old son. When they heard gunfire, Martin pushed the boy to the ground and huddled over him. He later died in surgery, but his son survived.

Photo: Fredrick Martin Jr. and his 8-year-old son, Fredrick “Tre” Martin III.

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8 Apr 2012 Reblogged from latimes
soulpicnic:

miles davis

soulpicnic:

miles davis

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30 Mar 2012 Reblogged from soulpicnic
“Life must be rich and full of loving — it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.” — Jack Kerouac,  Selected Letters, 1940-1956

“Life must be rich and full of loving — it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.” — Jack Kerouac, Selected Letters, 1940-1956