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JBB: An Artblog!
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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
styofa doing anything
dirt enthusiast
AnasAbdin

shark vs the universe
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Today's Document
noise dept.
cherry valley forever
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Janaina Medeiros

Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

if i look back, i am lost

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R.I.P.
Malcom said it best ✊🏾
“everyone loves a cowboy”
F R E E FUCKIN’ SHIPPING all weekend long. because school sucks & fuck work. ⚡️ #schoolsucks #fuckwork #labordayweekend #rebelsoul #rebelsoulcollective
Anjelica Huston
ok, i’m a little bit ashamed. see, i found myself at this amazing house and all i had was my cameraphone. or phonecamera. a camera in a phone. as opposed to a camera without a phone. which is seeming kind of anachronistic at this point.
ok, some context. i was in silver lake and i went to go visit a producer friend of mine at his house. i’d never been to his house, so i worked under the assumption he lived in a nice, normal house.
oh, but no. he lived (and lives) in a palace. this beautiful rambling palace overlooking the reservoir and the mountains in the distance. it felt like northern italy, if you pretend that silver lake reservoir glinting through the trees is some very small part of lake como.
no one’s sure if this was a silent film stars palace or a chewing gum magnate’s palace. but it’s a beautiful palace in the middle of silver lake with snow covered mountains in the distance (my iphone camera wasn’t up to the task of taking pictures of snow covered mountains in the distance, sorry).
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Ryan Young for Causette
At the end of last year, Ryan Young was commissioned by the French magazine Causette to document the human trafficking of young girls in Los Angeles, as well as some of the people who are trying to stop their exploitation.
Ryan wanted people to have access to the poignant story, so he translated it here. You can also see more images from the series here.
Erosion & Typography: Univers by Jason Permenter
Always
EASIER SAID THAN DONE
“Atticus–” said Jem bleakly. He turned in the doorway. “What, son?” “How could they do it, how could they?” “I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again and when they do it — seems that only children weep.”
To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee
"Vampire Blues" – Neil Young
Hi internet peeps
I’ve never used this blog to actually post text, but today I read about a piece of shit human being who has been traveling to national parks in the US and tagging nature with her childish “art” all for the sake of Instagram likes. You can read about it here:
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Or, better yet, sign the petition to press charges against this dumbass.
https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/press-charges-casey-nocket-finesmax-community-servicejail-timeetc-httpgooglhy4yqj-defacing-np-nm/1y8xJBGm
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And Lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes I burned up my childhood days I learned of all the rules of the modern-day drifter Don't you hold on to nothin' too long Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them With the words of a sad country song
My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery From being alone too long You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightman Knowin' well that your best days are gone Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen I let the words of my years fade away Old worn-out saddles, and 'old worn-out memories With no one and no place to stay
My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams