A stunning series by New York-based photographer Bing Wright, who creates breathtaking images of sunsets seen through shattered mirrors. Richly colored skyscapes are distorted by the cracked glass, abstracting the traditional image of a sunset in a visually striking way.
( via mymodernmet)
Gabriel García Márquez was born in 1928 in the small town of Aracataca, situated in a tropical region of northern Colombia, between the mountains and the Caribbean Sea. He grew up with his maternal grandparent - his grandfather was a pensioned colonel from the civil war at the beginning of the century. He went to a Jesuit college and began to read law, but his studies were soon broken off for his work as a journalist. In 1954 he was sent to Rome on an assignment for his newspaper, and since then he has mostly lived abroad - in Paris, New York, Barcelona and Mexico - in a more or less compulsory exile. Besides his large output of fiction he has written screenplays and has continued to work as a journalist.
García Márquez drew international acclaim for the novel Cien aos de soledad (1967), which was later translated as One Hundred Years of Solitude. With this book, he is credited with helping to introduce the world to magical realism, a literary genre that combines facts and fantasy. Another one of his novels, El amor en los tiempos del cólera (1985), also drew a worldwide audience. The work, partially based on his parents’ courtship, is also known by its English title, Love in the Time of Cholera.
In recent years, Gabriel García Márquez has explored his own life in his work. His memoir Vivir para contarla (2002), published the next year as Living to Tell the Tale, received warm reviews and accolades from critics and fans. Throughout his career, García Márquez has won numerous awards and honors for his work, including the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature.
He has died at age 87 on April 17th 2014.
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, 1960
”Gracious alive, Cal, what’s all this?’ He was staring at his breakfast plate. Calpurnia said, ‘Tom Robinson’s daddy sent you along this chicken this morning. I fixed it.’ ‘You tell him I’m proud to get it — bet they don’t have chicken for breakfast at the White House.’’
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville, 1851
'Our appetites being sharpened by the frosty voyage, and in particular, Queequeg seeing his favorite fishing food before him, and the chowder being surpassingly excellent, we despatched it with great expedition…'