Devon Aoki for Kenzo.
Meryl McMaster: In-Between Worlds
In-Between Worlds explores the mixing and transforming of bi-cultural identities - Aboriginal and Euro-Canadian (Scottish and Cree).
McMaster views her bicultural Aboriginal-European heritage as a synergistic strength rather than a struggle between opposing forces. Through working on this series, McMaster transformed the way she views the past, creating a new narrative that comments on her personal heritage and its relation to a larger, shared cultural history that is inextricable from the land. Colourful self-portraits insert the artist’s body into visual spaces that reflect both the inspiration that she felt during her time alone in nature and the sense of being between two worlds. The images depict McMaster posed with evocative sculptures and sculptural garments, which she constructed to serve as talismans that incorporate her bicultural heritage through collage.
This series addresses the idea of liminality, of being betwixt and between cultural identities and histories. In-Between Worlds is a sequence of moments that appear out of the ordinary and can be interpreted as being in a state of suspended belief.
22 TREND MAN HATE ON THE LADY HE S GONNA DO A SEX
1. RED LIPSTICK. THATS NOT THE COLOR LIPS ARE!!! THEY SHOULD BE PINK LIKE A VUVLVA, WHICH I LIKE, I’M A HETEROSEXUAL MAN. I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL.
2. PANTS THATS PANTS TOO TIGHT!!! I LIKE ONLY SILK GOWNS WOVEN WITH REAL DIAMONDS WORN OVER PANNIER TOO BROAD TO ALLOW YOU TO PASS THROUGH DOORWAYS LESS THAN SIX FEET IN WIDTH. THIS SHOWS A MAN YOU CAN AFFORD TO KEEP HIM IN THE FAIRY TALE SPLENDOR HES ALWAYS DREAMED OF RETIRING IN.
3. A HAT WHICH MAN DONT WANT ON THERE!!!! DO YOU HAVE TOO MSANY EYES? WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?? PLEASE DO NOT DECEIVE ME, LADIES, I AM VERY YOUNG, I AM SOFT
4. CENTIPEDES, PLEASR STOP POURING CENTIPEDES AND SCORPIONS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND EYES WHEN YOU SPEAK ARCANE HELL-TONGUES TO ME WHEN YOU VISIT MY BEDSIDE IN THE DEAD OF THE MOONLESS NIGHT
Cat Faerie Hand Embroidered Brooch
She’s like a guardian angel, but a cat.
Hand embroidered, glow in the dark jaw bone patch
oooh i love this!
Brian Molko by Kevin Cummins, 1997.
ARVIDAMARIA for i love fake magazine
I spot a Girls Get Busy necklace :)
Hine Mizushima - Insect Cabinets
Yes, there are more, and yes, you want to see them (and the rest of her work)! So so cool.
NINO MUÑOZ
Photographer
KERRY WASHINGTON
Nino Muñoz shoots actress Kerry Washington.
still p fuckin stoked that bobs queer/bi
skyping with jos then watching this made my day
I didn’t even react to this when I was watching it with Lane but, damn. Bobs Burgers is so much better for this simple small fact.
“probly not. I’ll call you!”
These amazing photos were taken by Russian photographer Alexey Kljatov, who adapted his camera in order to achieve remarkably close-up focus on individual snowflakes after they’ve fall on the ground. He illuminates his shots with a flashlight and the background texture is dark wool fabric.
Alexy’s images reveal the unique geometric shapes of each snowflake with such astonishing clarity that it’s easy to forget just how tiny they really are. Visit Alexey Kljatov’s Flickr stream to view many more of his remarkable snowflake photos.
[via My Modern Metropolis]
These are so amazing that if it wasn’t for the source I would be almost reluctant to say they’re real.
WHAT THE FUCK
zuky:
Chicago: Chinatown, Late 1920s - 1930s
Movie star Anna May Wong, circa March 24, 1928.
Anna May Wong, right, and Lulu Wong, circa March 24, 1928
Anna May Wong rocking the sweet travelling suit with gaucho capri pants and necktie.
Talking Pumpkins
“The light shines for one night only. By morning, it’s extinguished forever. God leaves you on the porch, because He wouldn’t want to just throw you away, having gone to the trouble of picking you and carving you, and besides, He feels genuine affection for you: you’ve shared a day together. But in His heart he knows: you’re going to rot out there. Maybe some neighbor kids will show mercy and steal you from God’s porch and then he won’t have to spray your remains off with a hose like He did last year. ‘Who am I kidding,’ thinks God to Himself. ‘I’m going to just let it decompose out there again. I am Who I am and I can’t throw away the pumpkin I carved even when there’s barely anything left of it. How did I get like this?’
No one answers. He is talking to himself again. An autumn wind whines lowly in the pines: November. Probably be a cold one this year. That’s what the Almanac says, anyway.”
John Darnielle is a national treasure / but also how can you read that original comparison and not think IMMEDIATELY of lobotomies?