Man Ray, Lee Miller, 1930

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Man Ray, Lee Miller, 1930
This is what the average YouTube thumbnail looks like now
One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.
As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.
Today is the 54th anniversary of the moon landing, but Dinah’s diary entry is still absolutely magnificent.
57th anniversary of the moon landing and the best diary entry in the history of diary entries. Sit down Samuel Pepys, it’s over. UGH.
ʜɪʟᴍᴀ ᴀғ ᴋʟɪɴᴛ The Ten Largest. 1907. Each piece is tempera on paper (later glued to canvas): 328 × 240 cm (129 × 94 in). The paintings depict ten stages of human life: Nos. 1 & 2/Childhood; Nos. 3 & 4/Youth; Nos. 5-8/Adulthood; Nos. 9 & 10/Old Age. Klint created all ten paintings in 40 days.
Not enough people talking about how that "having sex is illegal as a single person except one night a year The Purge style" movie trailer is easily one of most nuts things I've ever seen in my life
Really cannot explain you all how hard I was tuning this out in theaters and just how fast my head snapped from my phone to the movie screen at the line establishing the premise
but can we TALK about the racialized subtext of "his wife has filled his house with chintz" linking together femininity, indian export goods, commercialism, and superficiality vs "to keep it real I fuck him on the floor" linking together masculinity, AAVE, authenticity, sexuality, and vulgarity? if our aim as critics of poetry is to reevaluate this text and arrive at a feminist interpretation then we must also consider the poem's vexed relationship to race so as to not be anti-black in our criticism of the piece's presentation of masculinized sexuality nor uncritically reproduce and elevate its image of orientalized femininity.
also, from looking at the original post (non-explicit gay sex photo but still a gay sex photo so you've been warned): there isn't even any chintz in the photo. the design elements in the room all look broadly western european with the exception of a tall ceramic vessel that may be decorated with a reproduction of a chinese ink painting. chintz is an indian textile pattern, you'll see it on dresses, bedspreads, wallpaper, tapestries, upholstery, etc., but nothing like that is in the image. to imply that the house's interior design is frivolous, artificial, and unusable, the poem utilizes "chintz" despite the obvious lack of chintz because "chintz," as a popular asian export good that went on to be imitated by european manufacturers, is considered kitsch, cheap, and womanly. and, though the angle partially obscures them, the two men in the photo both appear to be white, so the poem uses the AAVE phrase "keep it real" despite the lack of black people to invoke the perception of AAVE as raw, crass, and primal. in both cases, the racialized language is being ascribed to european/white subjects to impart the white subjects with different moral values.
Usually it’s this character wouldn’t listen to Lana Del Rey (see: Laura Palmer, the Lisbon sisters) but Tom Ripley absolutely WOULD listen to Lana Del Rey
All these girlies posting excerpts & images of Joan Didion in an attempt to project a chicly intellectual persona… wait until they actually read anything by her and learn she’s a conservative
SMOKED SALMON IS THE ONLY THING THAT NUMBS THE PAIN
Being an adult will have you unironically craving a vegetable
Being an adult will have you unironically sad about a parasite outbreak in fresh vegetables.
shirley jackson casually asking the pharmacist how much arsenic would be necessary to kill a family
from on fans and fanmail, a lecture by shirley jackson
this is like that time virginia woolf was at the pharmacist with her sister vanessa and were casually (and loudly) talking about lesbian sex
sorry i dont find #joy in #homemaking or the #hearth or any shit like that i find joy in being paid and spending 126$ at a restaurant and thee liquor store
if a man puts his hand on your lower back without asking it's literally ok to kill him
academic self-regulation explained
I do really love it when women write graphic and fucked up things. I feel like so often people react to fucked up fiction with “of course a disgusting man would write this 🙄” and it often carries an unspoken (honestly sometimes spoken) message of “a woman’s PURE and DELICATE and FEMININE mind could NEVER think of something this VILE”. Thank you women in fucked up fiction 🫡
in a way john watson is a fantasy (what if you had this brilliant enigmatic friend and what if he liked you in particular and what if he offered you the excitement of youth and adventures and a way out of boring society life and all without having to actually give up your status as a gentleman so you could have the best of both worlds) and in a way sherlock holmes is a fantasy (what if someone never got tired of you despite your various strange habits and mood swings and instead of simply tolerating you they genuinely liked you and what if you didn’t have to live alone forever and what if you never had to give up doing the things you love) and of course there’s the most fantastical part of it all (what if you could afford london housing prices)
good morning! remember every day is a chance to begin anew [breaks off and sits on the edge of the bed staring blankly for 23 minutes before running a hand down face like a tortured movie protagonist] my god where did it all go so wrong