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A little natural hair vintage ‘do inspiration for my ladies.
omg so much amazingness
Alabama Shakes, “Rise to the Sun (live)”
i’m still so effing pissed i had to miss this show bc of stupid work I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE
instead i had to come back to an apartment full of folks telling me how awesome the show was
(kicks rocks)
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Kazuo Oga (various watercolour works c.1988)
Just. Wow.
Kazuo Oga is one of the most inconspicuously famous artists, which is inspirational in its own right by how humbling it is. You would think they were digital from an immediate approach, however upon closer inspection of the textures, lighting and layering it’s clear they’re perfectly hand crafter watercolour pieces.
His works, featured in the backgrounds of various Studio Ghibli films, are subtle enough to blend into the background of the films yet stand out alone as perfection of watercolour techniques and command of lighting.
Just considering there are scenes where the camera pans across his works for several long moments reflects the sublime quality of his work. And that he was able to develop enough artworks to supply several films with stunning backdrops is nothing short of breathtaking.
That’s a good word for it, “breathtaking”.
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I wanna wake up naked next to you, kissing the curve in your clavicle.
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Drawings and notes in Dostoevsky’s Notebooks for Crime and Punishment
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“
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes
Ebon in the hedges, fat
With blue-red juices. These they squander on my fingers.
I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood; they must love me.
They accommodate themselves to my milkbottle, flattening their sides.
Overhead go the choughs in black, cacophonous flocks—
Bits of burnt paper wheeling in a blown sky.
Theirs is the only voice, protesting, protesting.
I do not think the sea will appear at all.
The high, green meadows are glowing, as if lit from within.
I come to one bush of berries so ripe it is a bush of flies,
Hanging their bluegreen bellies and their wing panes in a Chinese screen.
The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in heaven.
One more hook, and the berries and bushes end.
The only thing to come now is the sea.
From between two hills a sudden wind funnels at me,
Slapping its phantom laundry in my face.
These hills are too green and sweet to have tasted salt.
I follow the sheep path between them. A last hook brings me
To the hills’ northern face, and the face is orange rock
That looks out on nothing, nothing but a great space
Of white and pewter lights, and a din like silversmiths
Beating and beating at an intractable metal.
Sylvia Plath, Blackberrying
Inside USA - The Other Hawaii - Sept 26 - Part 1
This week Avi Lewis visits the people behind the Native movement for self-determination in Hawaii. Well over 200 years old the movement has recently been gaining on strength.
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