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I think aliens would find astronauts charming with their stocky limbs and helmets that look like a big shiny eyeball. I think they would own marketable plushies of them or perhaps a labubu style keychain
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i love the part of making art where you feel like you need to go missing
She’s gone away! Who’s calling her name? No one can remember…!
Back in 2023, I commissioned Wolfgun for a song about the Atayaska, or the walking hole in reality formerly known as Sinuk Vauntariaq. Three years later this song is just as unreal to me as it was during that first listen. Wolfgun’s music has been a part of my life for a long time, and is one of the formative inspirations for her story. I could not be happier with the way he breathed life into it.
And… I was sitting on my hands about it all this time… because I have this neurosis about sharing things before they are finished…! I am working on Basedt and Threadbare for the foreseeable future, and Sinuk’s story seems like a distant dream right now. But NO MORE! It’s a shame to let this song languish on my drive and haunt me personally. I am inflicting it upon you the same way the Atayaska inflicts violence upon memory. Maybe that word salad will mean something in 8 years when I get around to finishing her story up, but it means something to me right now, and you ☝ may derive meaning from this also
Support Wolfgun! You can see his notes on the song here and check out the rest of his work at his bandcamp. He made a whole video game. Really really really cool stuff.
Really hate that most people don’t understand the difference between “self-expression” and “artistic-expression.”
I say this as someone who sells pottery, and many people who see my art assume I am using art as an outlet to “express myself.”
I am not.
I use art to challenge myself. A lot of what I do is the equivalent of doing a hard sudoko or a half marathon, answering the question of “can I do this?”
I use art to question things and explore ideas. Finding physical synthesis between concepts and working out a design to its end state.
I use art to make money. I make some things just because I suspect they’ll sell well, and I keep making them when they do.
This idea that an artist is “putting themselves out there” every time they create is not only stupid, but harmful, and it kills critique and analysis.
Yes every creative work is influenced by its creator, but the most preliminary step of analysis is to define the purpose of a work of art (functional, narrative, entertainment, persuasive, decorative, ceremonial, etc.) and a vanishingly small percentage of that is self-expression. Even then, it’s generally tied to the self’s relationship with something else—perception, society, etc.
It’s very tiresome to have people assume they know you because they like (or dislike) your art, to make assumptions about who you are and how you approach the world. It’s nothing new— people called the Impressionists insane and the Fauvists degenerate. And now people are expected to hand out their identities and traumas to prove they have the right to explore certain subjects.
But to actually understand art, you have to contextualize it beyond assuming it’s just what the artist felt like making at the moment and it’s somehow coming from their deepest soul, or you’ll badly misinterpret most art you come across.
eyes emoji was the perfect invention for nosy people. like 👀 whats going on over here 👀👀 i just wanna know #LetMeKnow 👀👀👀
A selection of some of our fave Harvey Guillén fashion moments in 2025!
Harvey showcased a lot of new designers throughout the year, alongside his ongoing collaborations with Christian Siriano!
His Emmys fashion journey showed this in microcosm: he slayed in Bishme Cromartie to announce the Emmy nominations, in Siriano at the Creative Arts Emmys, in Harry Halim at the Primetime Emmys, and in Cucculelli Shaheen at the post-Emmys parties.
Harvey continued to highlight sheer textures in his looks and added a new twist with temporary tattoos on his arms for a couple of red carpets. He introduced pleated pieces by Homme Plissé Issey Miyake and explored new ways to show some skin with backless outfits by Siriano and Jonathan Marc Stein early in the year. He leaned into leather with a stunning photoshoot also in Jonathan Marc Stein, repped fat positivity with a Mameko Maeda Tenga X Artist sweater, and featured eco-friendly fashion with Romina Cardillo at the premiere of Companion. Plus, he revived one of his earliest fashion collabs, with Ashton Michael, at the 2025 Latine Honors.
Edit: Look below the cut for the events and designers for each look!
Which 2025 Harvey fashion moment is your favorite? We can't wait to see what he wears in 2026!
tweet sequence of a not-quite-friend and artist i admire that i find myself thinking of constantly
im kind of obsessed with this graphic.
at my local thrift warehouse where nothing’s priced and you make an offer on all the stuff you find. well i told the person at the register i’m on a budget and didn’t know if i could afford a rug i wanted and asked what they’d take for it and without missing even half a beat they said “how about a cup of blood?” then they started hopping up and down like a cheerleader and said “cup! of! blood!”
we settled on seventeen dollars cash.
One of my favourite photos from my trip to Warsaw in 2006
everyone be quiet. marsha with her snoopy.
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