Kirsten Valentine, Boxers, c. 2018
Oil on canvas, 18 x 18 in
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Kirsten Valentine, Boxers, c. 2018
Oil on canvas, 18 x 18 in
pale fire
found another gem on youtube
"La Femme-Escargot" circa 1900
luck expiration
rest in power, marjane satrapi. 1969-2026.
“Freedom always has a price.”
― Persepolis (2007) dir. Marjane Satrapi, Vincent Paronnaud
tattooed deer
IMAGINARY PERFUMES: Dollface and Little Deer
DOLLFACE: a damp, musty attic filled with boxes of forgotten belongings. hundreds of dolls, porcelain and rubber alike, nested together under rotting fabric and musty cardboard. boxes stacked high with forgotten dusting powders, silk nightdresses and lipsticks turned waxy with age. in the dark, the dolls are breathing the close air.
LITTLE DEER: alone in the autumn forest, the little deer is walking on shaky legs, overturning piles of maple leaves and pine needles as he bounds through the undergrowth. stirring up the sweet and earthy scents of the forest beneath his little hooves.
The last time I played Puck, the director was a huge freak about not letting us wear shoes on stage because it would "ruin the look", but we all kept eating shit, and instead of just letting us wear skintone dance shoes or something with grip, motherfucker poured Pepsi on the floor so it'd be sticky and we had to schlorp around. I fucking hate you, David.
Why couldn't this have been a one time I dreamt
Coking the stage (mopping it with diluted soda so it's a little sticky) is a legitimate low-budget tactic for slick floors, but he just poured so much Pepsi on the floors that for about a whole week, it was audible.
Maybe the course of true love would run a little fucking smoother if we didn't have to ford your Pepsi river, DAVID.
I would just quit. Fuck people like that. It's easy to walk away
No it's not. Didn't you read the post? There was dried Pepsi everywhere.
u r peach colored roses; *cute *sweet *thoughtful, 2007
Ayo Edebiri photographed by Jaša Müller for Paper Magazine
The Spitfire | Shakira for Vanity Fair, November 2001
photographed by david lachapelle
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