Conquest Of the American West
It’s there. Trust me.
This Is the Last Time | The National | Trouble Will Find Me, 2013
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“Her story so far is only just beginning.”
Chelsea Clinton on Malala Yousafzai — photographed by Mark Seliger.
“Listening to Waves” vase, Heisei period (1989 - present), 2004
Sakiyama Takayuki (Japanese, born 1958)
Woman Photographs Herself Receiving Strange Looks in Public
“I now reverse the gaze and record their reactions to me while I perform mundane tasks in public spaces. I seek out spaces that are visually interesting and geographically diverse. I try to place myself in compositions that contain feminine icons or advertisements. Otherwise, I position myself and the camera in a pool of people…and wait.
The images capture the gazer in a microsecond moment where they, for unknowable reasons, have a look on their face that questions my presence. Whether they are questioning my position in front of the lens or questioning my body size, the gazer appears to be visually troubled that I am in front of them.”
Photographer: Haley Morris-Cafiero
Project: Wait Watchers
Thought this was actually really cool and I’d share it with you guys! Takes a lot to get up there and do something like this. Love it!
this is such a fucking important project to me because i am constantly stared at in public in a negative way and turned into some disgusting object for the amusement of others and this is a peaceful way to confront those people
turning the spectators into the spectacle
The sad part is, the people giving her the stink-eye are all women, or at least they are in this photoset. What does that say about how we perceive each other and how we treat each other based on looks?
As a larger woman myself, I can vouch for these looks, but there’s another side to this coin: beautiful women get the same looks from other women. My niece is only 14 and happens to be pretty and all she has to do is walk into some place public and every girl will give her a dirty look. Just because she’s pretty and she dares to exist. I’ve seen it myself and it was startling. I took her to D.C. with me and I couldn’t count the girls who just glared at her with actual hatred in their eyes—and she did absolutely nothing to warrant it, other than walk by minding her own business.
We’re so conditioned by the media to hate anything that’s not conventionally beautiful, but we’re also so incredibly bitter about the “ideal” they’re pushing onto us that we instinctively hate anyone we see as fitting that ideal. It all feeds back into self-hatred and body negativity and I wish we could just accept people for who they are, rather than what we think they should be.
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Marc Riboud, Vers l’orient : Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan. 1955-1956. Editions Xavier Barral, Paris, 2012.
Kabul, Afghanistan, 1955.
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The Reason - Hoobastank
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Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"
— Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via mrssalinger)
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lets play “how gay can you be with your best friend without it getting weird”
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— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
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When you see yourself in a crowded room
Do your fingers itch are you pistol whipped
Will you step in line or release the glitch
Do you think she’ll sleep with a panic…
Movements are made slow motion in frame
I’m waiting and fading and floating away
The curtains are torn and the setting decayed
I’m waiting and fading and floating…
I’m waiting and fading and floating away
I’m waiting and fading and floating away
I’m waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading
Waiting and fading




