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JBB: An Artblog!
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Game of Thrones Daily
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
noise dept.
almost home
Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
dirt enthusiast
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cherry valley forever
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Whishaw is 45. Like a lot of queer people his age, he is somewhat haunted by the absence of the generation of gay men above him, many of whom died of Aids when they still had so much to contribute as mentors, teachers or father figures, and through work they never got to make. “I feel the lack of elders,” Whishaw says. “It’s like this massive gap, which is still so sad and shocking.” Hujar never took a picture again after finding out he had Aids. “He literally stopped the minute he got the diagnosis. Everything in the darkroom was left exactly as it was. It gives me chills to think about what would be behind that.”
— Ben Whishaw on Peter Hujar's Day