Haunted House | James M. Barrie, 1891

Morris Kantor, Haunted House, 1930


"A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a 
whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the 
window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke
 in the night."


James M. Barrie, The Little Minister, 1891

Fashion photography | Yva / Else Neuländer Simon, 1925 - 1938

Yva, Hairstyles Fashion, 1930                                                          Yva, Ellen Estelle, 1931
Yva, Lady reading newspaper, 1932                                                   Yva, Legs, 1929
Yva, Semi-nude, 1930s                                               Yva, Fashion Model Jantzen, 1932
Yva, The Sleeper, 1933                                                                     Yva, Beim Sekt, 1936
Yva, Charleston, 1926-27                                           Yva, Dancer, 1933
Yva, Berlin, 1930s                                                   Yva, 1930s   
                       Yva, Tanzbar                                                Yva, Sonja Kogan, 1931         
Yva, Portrait of a woman with necklace and earrings, 1930                                                                  Female legs, 1920s  
Yva, Model in a black silk evening dress, 1930s                                          Yva, Fashion study, 1930
Yva, Model in a silk and lace ensemble by Neumann, 1930                           Yva, Model wearing a cocktail dress, Berlin, 1930
Yva, Model in a knit outfit, 1930s                                                    Yva, Garden Party Dress, 1935



Yva (1900-1944) was the professional pseudonym of Else Ernestine Neuländer-Simon who was a
 German Jewish photographer. In 1925, Yva established her own photographic studio in a favorable
 location, near the avenue of Kurfürstendamm. In 1926, she had a brief collaboration with the painter
 and photographer Heinz Hajek-Halke, but due to a copyright dispute, they severed their partnership.
 Her brother, Ernst Neuländer, was a co-owner of the modeling salon Kuhnen and he hired her to 
shoot his models. She was able to publish ten photographs in Die Dame in 1927, which served as a 
breakthrough to the top fashion magazines of the day. She embraced the modernist approach using
 technical composition and avant-garde imagery, both capturing the sexual revolution of the period
 and emphasizing the female form in ungendered ways, which allowed her flexibility as an artist.
When the Nazi Party came to power, she was forced into working as a radiographer. She was
 deported by the Gestapo in 1942 and murdered, probably in the Majdanek concentration camp
 during World War II.

     Yva, Self-portrait, 1925                                                     Unknown photographer, Yva, 1930s             


Τρωτό σημείο II / 4 Νεανικά Ποιήματα | Νίκος Καχτίτσης, 1949

Νίκος Καχτίτσης 


                                             Aetatis 23

                                           Ο καιρός είναι νέος
                                     κι εμείς είμαστε πολύ γέροι.

                                     Στο παγωμένο απογευματινό
                                     φως του Νοέμβρη
                                     ο άνεμος σφυρίζει
                                     κατεβαίνοντας
                                     απ’ τα μουντά
                                     βουνά της Αλβανίας.

                                     Και μια βοσκοπούλα
                                     παίζει τα’ αρχαίο σουραύλι
                                     για τις ριγηλές ανεμώνες
                                     και τα φίδια.


                                            Ξεριζωμένος

                                           Μνήμες, μην έρχεστε!

                                     Η μουσκεμένη
                                     εχθρική γη μυρίζει
                                     σαν το νιόσκαφτο μνήμα
                                     του Κρίνου Κοριτσιού
                                     της θύμησης μου.

                                     Η σαλαμάνδρα
                                     υφαίνει ντροπαλό
                                     τραγούδι
                                     κι εγώ μαζεύω
                                     κόκκινα φύλλα, έντομα κι άνθη του αγρού
                                     για το λεύκωμα σου.


                                         Το χρώμα της στιγμής

                                            Είν έξοχη η στογμή
                                     όταν ανοίγεις
                                     το κουτί της φαντασίας σου
                                     και ξεχειλίζουν αρώματα
                                     μεθυστικά
                                     θυμίζοντας σου
                                     την από καιρό χαμένη βεντάλια της Πενθεσιλείας
                                     που βρέθηκε απροσδόκητα ένα απόγευμα
                                     σε κάποιο βελουδένιο κήπο …

                                    Μα γρήγορα τα μάτια σου εξαντλούνται,
                                    μια στιγμή ήταν αυτό, τίποτα παραπάνω,
                                    και μονομιάς
                                    όλα χάνονται :
                                    οι ταινίες
                                    τα γράμματα
                                    τα ξηραμένα άνθη.


                                         Τρωτό σημείο

                                        Μες σ’ όλο τούτο τα’ απέραντο
                                  διάστημα του Χρόνου
                                  η επιφάνεια της Γης άρχισε πια
                                  να διαβρώνεται
                                  ενώ αυτή ακόμα περιφέρεται
                                  με λυσσαλέο σφύριγμα
                                  στο Χάος.

                                 Και δε θα σταματήσει ποτέ
                                 αν ένας αρχιτέκτων
                                 δεν την χτυπήσει με σφυρί
                                 στο πιο τρωτό της σημείο.

                                 Μα μέχρι τότε
                                 υπάρχει άφθονος καιρός
                                 και τα κτίρια τα χτίζουν
                                 μ’ ανθρώπινα κόκκαλα,
                                 οι άνθρωποι σπάζουν τα ρολόγια τους
                                 να σταματήσει ο χρόνος
                                 βάφουν τα πρόσωπα τους
                                 με διάφορα χρώματα
                                 για να προφυλαχτούν
                                 απ’ τον επερχόμενο Καύσωνα.

                                 Κι όπως κυλούνε τα χρόνια
                                 ολισθαίνουν βαθμιαία στον τρόμο
                                 αλλά και στην ψευδαίσθηση
                                 πως θα βγουν σώοι
                                 από την τελική καταστροφή


Nicholas Kachtitsis, Vulnerable Point 1949. 14 Poems of Youth, "Anthelion Press" 
[ιδίοις ἀναλώμασιν], μτφ Γιώργος Δανιήλ

Τυπωμένο από τον ίδιο τον Καχτίτση στο χειροκίνητο πιεστήριο στο 
υπόγειο του σπιτιού του στο Μόντρεαλ, το καλοκαίρι του 1968.


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Tableau | Kees van Dongen (1913)

Kees van Dongen, Tableau (Augusta Preitinger, the artist's wife), 1913


"For all those who look with their ears, here is a completely naked woman.
You are prudish, but I tell you that our sexes are organs that are as amusing
as brains, and if the sex was found in the face, in place of the nose (which
could have happened), where would prudishness be then? Shamelessness is
really a virtue, like the lack of respect for many respectable things."

Kees van Dongen
- to critics of his painting Tableau (1913), depicting his naked wife.


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The Flux of Opinions | Søren Kierkegaard (1938)

Peter Keetman, 1001 Faces, 1956


“No, like worldly contempt, worldly honor is a whirlpool, a play of confused forces,
an illusory moment in the flux of opinions. It is a sense-deception, as when a swarm
of insects at a distance seem to the eye like one body; a sense-deception, as when the
noise of the many at a distance seems to the ear like a single voice.”


 Søren Kierkegaard, Purity of Heart is to Will One Thing: 
Spiritual Preparation for the Office of Confession, 1938


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The Book & the Movie: The Picture of Dorian Gray | Oscar Wilde, 1890 / Albert Lewin, 1945

^ The Picture of Dorian Gray was first published in the July 1890 issue of Lippincott's Monthly Magazine.         
                                                                                                                                  Albert Lewin, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945) ^


“Some things are more precious because they don't last long.”

“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. 
Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”

“The only horrible thing in the world is ennui.”

“The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.”

“I am happy in my prison of passion”

“Genius lasts longer than beauty”

“We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret 
of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.”

“You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.”

“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.”

“When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one 
always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.”

“I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.”

“An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.”

“It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. ”

“Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Ward Lock & Co 1891                      Original manuscript of the opening of chapter four, 1890


“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. 
I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”

“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.”

“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”

“When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone.
 It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.”

“Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”

“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

“I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.”

“He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.”

“It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. 
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible....”

“The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all 
afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.”

“I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.”

“Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover 
when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890


The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945)
Director: Albert Lewin
Writers: Albert Lewin (screen play), Oscar Wilde ( novel )
Cinematography: Harry Stradling Sr.
Stars: George Sanders, Hurd Hatfield, Donna Reed

                                                                   Ivan Albright, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1943 ^

Ivan Le Lorraine Albright's famous painting of the decayed Dorian Gray - which took 
approximately one year to complete - is now owned by the Art Institute of Chicago, 
where it has been on display for many years. 


“The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. 
Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly 
uninteresting in what they are. A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical
 of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes 
are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of 
second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he
 cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.”


“What of Art?
-It is a malady.
--Love?
-An Illusion.
--Religion?
-The fashionable substitute for Belief.
--You are a sceptic.
-Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
--What are you?
-To define is to limit.”

UK Edition, 1960s                                                          Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray


“I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.”

“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This
 is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these
 there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no 
such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. 
That is all.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890

Hurd Hatfield / The Picture of Dorian Gray, Albert Lewin (1945)

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