Federico Garcia Lorca and Luis Buñuel 1922
I posted this shot just a few weeks ago, but since I’m currently on a semi-extended Buñuel obsession, here goes again.
“All my life I’ve been harassed by questions: Why is something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept the fundamental mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that comes with innocence.” Luis Buñuel
