Ambrosius Bosschaert the Elder, Flower Still Life (detail), 1614

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Ambrosius Bosschaert the Elder, Flower Still Life (detail), 1614
religious affiliation: “Cool Girl” speech, Gone Girl (2014)
Self-Portraits by Torrance Hall
Torrance Hall is a 17-year-old visual artist based in Richmond, Virginia whose got a knack for turning thoughts in his head into fully realized visuals.
Throughout his work he explores the relationship between the imagination, dreams and the everyday vision of human experiences with dark and fantastical narratives. Peep more of his work at torrancehall.com
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Me: I barely have any money left, I should stop spending it *Anything even remotely distressing happens* Me:
The people who claim the world is a cold cruel place and no one’s going to hold your hand or coddle you are 100% the people making the world cold and cruel in the first place lmao
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George Sand habillée en homme, 1834, Eugène Delacroix
A new book by economist Peter Temin finds that the U.S. is no longer one country, but dividing into two separate economic and political worlds
This is a good article.
We have entered a phase of regression,and one of the easiest ways to see it is in our infrastructure: our roads and bridges look more like those in Thailand or Venezuela than the Netherlands or Japan. But it goes far deeper than that, which is why Temin uses a famous economic model created to understand developing nations to describe how far inequality has progressed in the United States. The model is the work of West Indian economist W. Arthur Lewis, the only person of African descent to win a Nobel Prize in economics.
In the Lewis model of a dual economy, much of the low-wage sector has little influence over public policy. Check.
The high-income sector will keep wages down in the other sector to provide cheap labor for its businesses. Check.
Social control is used to keep the low-wage sector from challenging the policies favored by the high-income sector. Mass incarceration - check.
The primary goal of the richest members of the high-income sector is to lower taxes. Check.
Social and economic mobility is low. Check.
Temin says that today in the U.S., the ticket out is education, which is difficult for two reasons: you have to spend money over a long period of time, and the FTE sector is making those expenditures more and more costly by defunding public schools and making policies that increase student debt burdens.
Even with a diploma, you will likely find that high-paying jobs come from networks of peers and relatives. Social capital, as well as economic capital, is critical, but because of America’s long history of racism and the obstacles it has created for accumulating both kinds of capital, black graduates often can only find jobs in education, social work, and government instead of higher-paying professional jobs like technology or finance— something most white people are not really aware of. Women are also held back by a long history of sexism and the burdens — made increasingly heavy — of making greater contributions to the unpaid care economy and lack of access to crucial healthcare.
How did we get this way?
What happened to America’s middle class, which rose triumphantly in the post-World War II years, buoyed by the GI bill, the victories of labor unions, and programs that gave the great mass of workers and their families health and pension benefits that provided security?
Around 1970, the productivity of workers began to get divided from their wages. Corporate attorney and later Supreme Court Justice Lewis Powell galvanized the business community to lobby vigorously for its interests. Johnson’s War on Poverty was replaced by Nixon’s War on Drugs, which sectioned off many members of the low-wage sector, disproportionately black, into prisons. Politicians increasingly influenced by the FTE sector turned from public-spirited universalism to free-market individualism. As money-driven politics accelerated (a phenomenon explained by the Investment Theory of Politics, as Temin explains), leaders of the FTE sector became increasingly emboldened to ignore the needs of members of the low-wage sector, or even to actively work against them.
Temin notes that “the desire to preserve the inferior status of blacks has motivated policies against all members of the low-wage sector.”
What can we do?
We’ve been digging ourselves into a hole for over forty years, but Temin says that we know how to stop digging.
If we spent more on domestic rather than military activities, then the middle class would not vanish as quickly.
The effects of technological change and globalization could be altered by political actions.
We could restore and expand education, shifting resources from policies like mass incarceration to improving the human and social capital of all Americans.
We could upgrade infrastructure, forgive mortgage and educational debt in the low-wage sector,
reject the notion that private entities should replace democratic government in directing society, and
focus on embracing an integrated American population.
We could tax not only the income of the rich, but also their capital.
We have a structure that predetermines winners and losers. We are not getting the benefits of all the people who could contribute to the growth of the economy, to advances in medicine or science which could improve the quality of life for everyone — including some of the rich people.”
Along with Thomas Piketty, whose Capital in the Twenty-First Century examines historical and modern inequality, Temin’s book has provided a giant red flag, illustrating a trajectory that will continue to accelerate as long as the 20 percent in the FTE sector are permitted to operate a country within America’s borders solely for themselves at the expense of the majority.
Without a robust middle class, America is not only reverting to developing-country status, it is increasingly ripe for serious social turmoil that has not been seen in generations.
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Portret van Eva Vliegen (detail) - after Balthasar Flessiers - 1614 - via Rijksmuseum
2011 / 2013 / 2015 / 2017
Jumping on this train because I’m feeling nostalgic and introspective.
2011 was the year that I really started inhabiting the drunk mess persona that I’ve embodied off and on for most of my early twenties. Looking at that picture, which was taken at a party where I promptly got shitfaced and cried and puked in my friend’s bathroom while another friend took care of me, I’m reminded of how deeply afraid and insecure I was then, and I despair a little because that sad drunk 21-year-old is still curled up in the pit of my stomach sometimes.
2013 was the year I moved to New Orleans. That picture was taken in Austin, in the spring, on a trip I took with a dear friend. Things were strained then - I loved her, she didn’t love me, and part of me feels that my move to New Orleans was as much to get away from her as it was to get away from Baton Rouge, from myself, from all my bad habits - too bad those would end up following me.
2015 was the year spent recovering from 2014. 2014 kicked my ass. To loosely quote another sad lush like myself, I fucked myself in the head with a lot of stupid men. But hey, in 2015 I got to see both Morrissey and Sufjan (I met Sufjan!), so it wasn’t a total wash.
Here I am in 2017 after passing nearly eight incredibly lonely months in a country that hates me. France is not kind to foreigners. I miss the fake-nice of Americans. It’s comforting because it’s familiar and easier to navigate. The French don’t bother. They’ll sneer right into your face if they feel like it.
I’m so ready to be home, but in a lot of ways I feel like my business isn’t finished here. If I were able to stay a little longer, just a few more years, I could conquer this place. I could finally confidently navigate this minefield of la politesse française and ce qui se fait et ce qui se fait pas. Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll just be shrinking and shy everywhere, forever. I have no interesting stories to tell. But I’m very good at enduring.
what i had to do today: lots of stuff
what i did today: nothing
how i feel: guilty
does this feeling make me wanna do something: no
Artist Samantha Keely Smith paints breathtaking abstract landscapes that resemble the swirling waters of the ocean. Using oil paint, enamel, and shellac, Smith builds up multiple translucent layers of color, alternating between soft brushstrokes and large, sweeping gestures to evoke crashing waves, surging tides, and stormy floods.
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‘Petite Boudoir’ compact by Volupté , 1940s.