Science oAlthough Eadweard Muybridge thought of himself primarily as an artist, he encouraged the aura of scientific investigation that surrounded his project at the University of Pennsylvania. Published in 1887 as Animal Locomotion, the 781 finished prints certainly look scientific, and historically, most viewers have accepted them as reliable scientific studies of movement. The recent rediscovery of Muybridge’s working proofs, however, demonstrates that he freely edited his images to achieve these final results. How does this change our idea of his photography?r Art—or Both? http://americanhistory.si.edu/muybridge/
So it's been going on a long long time eh.
See Rob walk. Look, look, look Jane. Look, Sally, look. See Rob walk. Walk, Rob, walk. See Rob walk, Sally and Jane! Oh Dick, see Rob walk!
really good motion ones from top:
http://www.robsessedpattinson.com/2012/10/no-photo-left-behind-robert-pattinson.html
http://www.robsessedpattinson.com/2012/10/robert-pattinson-and-kristen-stewart.html
So it's been going on a long long time eh.
http://americanhistory.si.edu/muybridge/ |
really good motion ones from top:
http://www.robsessedpattinson.com/2012/10/no-photo-left-behind-robert-pattinson.html
See Rob go. Rob can go down. See Rob go down. Down down down.
Muybridge again not Rob
Top upper right sort of looks like that day on the beach though
Oh oh oh! See Rob run. Rob can run fast. Run, Rob, run! Run fast, Rob, run run run! Oh, oh, oh! Look, look, look! |
Crotch shot from Robsten Dreams Don't you just love it? |
Embarrassing to have fans like these eh
See the man walk. Walk, man, walk. Man, walk. Walkman. |
http://www.robsessedpattinson.com/2012/10/robert-pattinson-and-kristen-stewart.html
Image of a typical robsessed fangirl |
blackbeanie replied to Kazrob
Where do you keep getting them, Kaz? Stupid, I know, but when I see a poem of you, I know everything's fine in our happy place. :)
Happy Trail
You tease me with these little peeks
When there's been no sign for bloody weeks
Then a pic appears and oh my god
Its you in a hoodie flashing the bod.
You reach up to pull on the hood
Knowing full well you're looking good
Sunglasses on, unmistakeably male
My eyes are riveted on your happy trail.
This trail of hair, my eyes they linger
I want to trace it with my finger
Should my hand dip to the pleasure dome
I know I've found my sweet way home...