98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.
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James Carr—“I’m Going for Myself”
You Got My Mind Messed Up (Goldwax 1966).
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What if Abstract portraits were actual people?
Flóra Borsi that explores a world where abstract portraits are actually realistic depictions of people with distorted features
RIP Ray Harryhausen
Ray Harryhausen, visual artist of all epic films from my childhood, died today (moment of silence).
Forget all plans tonight, it’s time for a movie fest starting with Clash of the Titans.
life:
In lieu of a stethoscope, Albert-André Nast, a blind doctor in France, holds his ear to the back of a 3-month old, 1953.
The story of a remarkable photograph that captures medicine the way it should be practiced.
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Michael Jackson || I Can’t Help It
Love to run my fingers, softly while you sigh. Love came and possessed you, bringing sparkles to your eyes.
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“Night Pools”, figures depicted in water with the only illumination coming from beneath the water.
