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Capturing Life's Moments Through Bloodshot Eyes

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Thank you, Frank.

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#CurseLifted

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I’m late AF, but good lord my summer needed this.

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About last night...

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All uphill from here.

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I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?

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🙏

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Sup dog?

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There Brooklyn At

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Salud, amigos.

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I took the above portraits for a photo feature in Mass Appeal magazine in NYC during the summer of 2000. The feature was curated by graffiti artist, NYC Lase and ended up being my very first gallery show that opened in Brooklyn, April, 2001 titled “True School.” Since I’m still editing images from this series these are flatbed scans from old proof sheets which is why they’re a bit dusty. all images © Angela Boatwright

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No idea who made this, but it's supremely fire.

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#FuturePotter

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Toshio Maeda x Supreme Fall/Winter 2015 Collection

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I went down to Atlanta last month and met the most down-to-earth madman on the planet. Our conversation ranged from his early days hustling by any means, to embracing his passion for graffiti, which has since developed into a full-time art career. Diwang Valdez's photo captures Dr. Dax in his element, but there's much more to this man than tattoos and trains. I hope his story inspires someone. #Issue57

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Bruh

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Remi - Call It What You Want It