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REBLOG IF NAZIS OFFEND YOU MORE THAN NIPPLES.
An amazing Mojo Jojo cosplay!!
“As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.”
Prince playing basketball at his Minnesota estate Paisley Park, circa 1999.
(Photos by Steve Parke)
Salma Hayek in From Dusk Till Dawn (1996)
Me to all the negative energy TRYING to come my way…
Woah
I want it
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the healing elixir of el salvador! 😤
THE UNDERREPRESENTED Photography: Simrah Farrukh Models: Shreya Tumma, Rushika Patel, Nidhi Bandrapalli, Maya Chakra & Rushika Patel
“This photoshoot is dedicated to all the South Asian women out there who are often underrepresented in media simply because the color of their skin doesn’t fit South Asia’s unreasonable, fair & lovely, eurocentric beauty standards.”
These Japanese fireworks are on another level. Via u/tiktokgood
The sky is literally lit
🤯🤯🤯🤯 This is so fucking dope!! Someone come with me to Japan rn please!? I need to see this with my own 2 eyes
“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”
— Mahmdou Darwish (via perrfectly)
Madonna, a former lover of Jean-Michel Basquiat tells her story
I am not sure if I met Jean-Michel in an art gallery or a night-club, but in those days you couldn’t tell the difference.
He had the presence of a movie star and I was crazy about him. He carried crumpled wads of money in the pockets of his paint-splattered Armani suits. Money he felt guilty about having. Money he always gave away to less fortunate friends.
I remember Jean-Michel’s tag - Samo- which was accompanied with a little crown and I remember thinking he was a genius. He was. But he wasn’t very comfortable with it.
I remember all the girls were in love with him and one night I looked out of his loft window and saw a girl whose heart he had broken, burning his paintings in a big bonfire. I wanted to stop her and rescue his paintings, but he didn’t seem to mind. He said it was their fate.
I remember him getting up at 3am and sleep-walking to an empty canvas. He stood inches away from it and proceeded to paint the most minuscule figures and what he did was so beautiful and intellectual and I stood watching him with dumbfounded amazement
He was one of the people I was truly envious of. But he didn’t know how good he was and was plagued with insecurities. He used to say he was jealous of me because music is more accessible and it reached more people. He loathed the idea that art was appreciated by an elite group.
When I broke up with him he demanded I give back the paintings he had given me. Not because he didn’t think I deserved them, but because he was obsessed with the idea that I would sell them.
He was so paranoid. of course, I was heart-broken but complied. Now I couldn’t buy one of his paintings if I wanted to.
When I heard that Jean-Michel had died I was not surprised. He was too fragile for this world.
I remember one summer having dinner with Andy Warhol, Keith Haring and Jean-Michel at Mr Chow’s and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to have known him. To have known all of them. Now they’re all gone.
(Source: New Straits Times - 2 June 1996)
Alright I’m out of the loop, what’d she do wrong that y’all want her dead
She herself had no part in that tho. What’d she do personally is what I’m asking.
To quote James Connolly: “We will not blame [her] for the crimes of [her] ancestors if [she] relents the royal rights of [her] ancestors; but as long as [she] claims their rights, by virtue of descent, then, by virtue of descent, [she] must shoulder the responsibility for their crimes.”
Y’know that’s fair actually
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I mean, she was still alive for some of those. Google the british empire timeline after her birth. She was born in 1920s
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The artist is luo li rong
The statue doesn’t have big enough titties to have been made by a man.
I know I’ve reblogged this before but the schadenfreude is too delicious.
By the way, the statue is called La mélodie oubliée (The Forgotten Melody). Luo Li Rong also painted it:
And here she and the statue are in a more formal setting (museum or art show, I can’t tell):
“Dork ass losers”