Eugène Jansson, L’aube Sur Le Riddarfjärden, 1899, Huile Sur Toile, 150 C 201 Cm, Prins Eugen Waldamarsudde

Harlem

“What happens to a dream deferred?       Does it dry up       like a raisin in the sun?       Or fester like a sore—       And then run?       Does it stink like rotten meat?       Or crust and sugar over—       like a syrupy sweet?       Maybe it just sags       like a heavy load. Or does it explode?”

- Langston Hugues, Harlem, 1951.

Daria starts to eat her hamburger.

Quinn - Eww! You're not really gonna eat all that fat, are you?

Daria - No, I'm going to stick it in my boots 'cause I love the squishy, squishy feeling 'round my toes.

Source: “Fire!” episode 12, Season 4, Daria, 2000. 

Aux alentours de Chambéry, France, 2015.

Source: Mystic Cheesecake Ballon. 

For years now I have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that "justice too long delayed is justice denied." We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God-given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we stiff creep at horse-and-buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, "Wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you go forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness"–then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.

Martin Luther King, Letter from Birmingham Jail, 1963. 

Allan D'Arcangelo, Landscape, 1964, peinture acrylique sur toile, 179,1 × 153,7 cm, Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. 

Source: “Pop Art: Icons That Matter”, du 22 septembre 2017 au 21 janvier 2018, Musée Maillol, Paris. 

Source: “American boxer Classius Clay (later Muhammad Ali) (center), dressed in a tuxedo, holds court at a diner with fans, friends, and admirers after his defeat of Sonny Liston”, Bob Gomel, 1964, Miami, USA. 

“Muhammad Ali, formerly Cassius Clay, boxing world heavy weight champion in Chicago, on a bridge over the Chicago river”, Thomas Hoepker, Chicago, USA, 1966. 

Source: Magnum photo.

Source: “BestSellers”, Book covers by Hugleikur Dagsson.

Yangshuo, Guangxi, China, 2016. 

Source: Mystic Cheesecake Balloon. 

André Masson, plafond de l’Odéon- théâtre de l’Europe, Paris, 1965. 

Source: Mystic Cheesecake Balloon.