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@elenikalorkoti’s Strange and Stylish Illustrations

For more chicly drawn sorceresses, witches and space travelers, follow @elenikalorkoti.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Eleni Kalorkoti’s (@elenikalorkoti) inspiration for the strange and stylish characters she illustrates comes from eclectic sources including ’70s cinema, “Columbo” and dance costumes by Oskar Schlemmer. “Last week I went to see a David Bowie exhibition,” she says, “and now I want to draw everyone wearing quilted jumpsuits.”

For Eleni, Instagram provides an opportunity to share inspiration as well as works in progress. “It’s nice to get some feedback on something after working on it alone in your room all day,” she says. “It’s also a great place to share someone else’s work and hopefully send some new people their way.”

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Eric Cahan captures the natural gradient of the sky during transitional phases of the day in locations all over the world.

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A lot has happened since first explosive post on brilliant Tumblr blog WISF (also featured in the latest edition of WeTheUrban) and as the blog continues to grow we see many new awe-inspiring matches continue to pour out week by week! Peep more after the jump:

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She is perfect. It’s not a competition.

I pale in comparison to her.

I am the sun. Bright, wild, passionate - everything you’d think you’re looking for. Then you realize I’m not.

People come to me, sometimes. They take what they want, my energy, my light, just so they can get a tan. But no one stays for too long.

Nobody really seeks me out.

No one looks at me for more than a couple of seconds. No one wants too much of me. No one wants to try for risk of getting sunburnt.

Other times, most of it, everyone’s too busy working, doing routine, living their lives, to actually stop and notice me. Busy. Busy, busy. Everyone’s too busy around me. They can’t wait until the day is over.

The best part of me is the end - the sunset. Or the sunrise.

I am made of reality. No one wants to get to know me. Because reality, life in daylight, the truth, is far too harsh.

She -

she is the night sky. The moon, the stars, and the infinity of life. Memories are made, epic and great, under her presence. She is made out of romance and magic. She is made of dreams.

People seek her out. Plan travels and schedule to pause their entire lives just to look at her. And it’s not even a glimpse. Everyone stays up for hours, sometimes the entire night, just to spend time with her.

We’re all attracted to her. Drawn to her good vibes and possibilities. She is when we nestle safely inside a lover’s arms, party all our cares away, or make bonfires to skinny dip with friends for the first time.

There is nothing dangerous about her. Whether it’s the city skyline or nature’s aurora - everybody is in love. She is soft, alluring. Van Gogh painted a masterpiece about her.

She is boundless. She is perfect. She is beautiful.

I pale in comparison.

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