[modedamour]

Axel Vervoordt

[where-2]

It’s heartbreaking seeing someone you love struggle. You feel helpless, like you would do anything to free them of their suffering in that moment but you can’t. Because whatever is taking them over is stronger than the both of you combined. And you just want it to stop. God, do you just want it to stop. 

[niandco]

Ceiling, Fundamentals, Biennale di Venezia 2014 - Rem Koolhaas (2013-2014) - Photo by Andrea Sarti

[algomystic]

View this post on Instagram

Lidar Stripes

Music: storm by @harkmadley

#realtime #madewithunity #AR #ARKit #lidar #ios14 #digitalart #cgi #contemporaryart #lineart #augmentedreality #ARt #blackandwhite #codeart #creativecoding #algomystic https://www.instagram.com/p/CCtNntOnGt5/?igshid=bl4ymz4g2ppw

[tineyearthling]

[where-2]

On the count of three, everybody run back to your fantasy. 

[where-2]

2 strangers at a wedding reception make an unexpected connection

I’ve been so cold, so bitterly cold towards the idea of love lately. Perhaps, it’s my poor past experiences with it, but I roll my eyes (sometimes literally, most times figuratively) whenever I see a seemingly perfect couple holding hands or when I hear of someone I know finding love. It’s sinister of me, really. I know.

Something switched in me after watching this short film, though. A sliver of hope entered my body; that one day, I too will find my person to dance with. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9ncrJM4gd4

[where-2]

The Body on the Fire Escape

The body on the fire escape is cold and lonely

Meek and with a disordered mind 

Curled in fetal position, it cries

Decides to stay dormant 

And wait for the thoughts to subside

The body on the fire escape 

Is a severed soul 

With a broken heart of gold

[kitten-vintage]

[where-2]

She’s finding out what it means to fall in love with yourself. It’s easier than she thought, but requires practice. Three square meals a day, brushing out the knots, and taking time to breathe deeply. Those are the things that matter most.

[where-2]

What Are We Running From?

For so long, much of society has operated at a pace that is comparable to a gazelle’s sprint. Why is this? Sure we have 9am meetings across town, children to cart around to this lesson and that game, and oh yeah, Whole Foods closes at 8. But, what are we running to? Or perhaps the question is, what are we running from?

[where-2]

She’s Scared, But Not So

She’s scared but not so scared

That the inferno is here 

She has hope 

That its hot red fuse will fizzle

And envelope all in its warm haze

[gypsyastronaut]

[where-2]

She dances until she’s dizzy, going for sips in between each spin, dip, and twirl. When she’s moving, she’s happy. But when she pauses to take each sip of sweet liquor, she’s sad. Her heart may be racing, and she may be smiling, but don’t be fooled; for inside, she’s feeling anything but glee. 

[darkleatherink]

[where-2]

Anya

She’s a tough one. With lips as red as chili peppers, and long raven black hair. She knows no bounds, and speaks with cool conviction. Her friends become foes, for they fear her fight, and ruthless ambition. Men dither at the thought of getting close, for she burns brighter than any fire they’ve seen before. Dare to touch, and your skin may singe. Or, you may experience the most maddening love with a fast and passionate fizzle. 

[portraitorieneted]

Self Portrait With Letter by Gwen John, 1907.

[where-2]

Genevieve  

[where-2]

John

Ever see those guys going 90 miles per hour on the side of the road on a bike, sporting a human leotard that makes them look like a giant baby? Yeah, that’s John. He’s a real “apple a day keeps the doctor away” kind of guy, always trying to force his gluten-free veganism on you when you really don’t want to hear it. The thing with John is, he doesn’t know his preaching bothers the crap out of you. He is completely oblivious to his suburban dad-ness, and thinks every syllable he speaks is gold.

John lives in a McMansion on Greenway Road, with his wife Greta and his two kids Abby and Bryson. Who, you guessed it, play team sports. No way John is going to let his kids grow up to be a couple of degenerates knocking over displays at Hot Topic. No, not on his watch. They’re going to be dermatologists or hygienists just like he and his wife, and go to the prestigious prep school in town. Then, they will study abroad, join sororities, and live a cookie cutter life.

He may be annoying, but John, in all his suburban, tanned glory, might just be someone to look up to.  Yeah, he’s that guy you try to run away from when you catch his eye at the grocery store. And sure, he may have a too-pearly-white cheshire cat smile. But, he only wants the best for everyone. I cannot believe I am saying this, but I think we could all use a John in our life. That little voice whispering in our ear, “That’s loaded with trans fat, try an avocado instead”.  

[where-2]

Mildred

You walk inside the baby blue cape on Appledore Ave. in Elyria, Ohio, and you will see bookshelves filled with tchotchkes, a dated television set, and kitchen filled with fine china and ceramic farm animals holding cream, sugar, and butter. Sitting upon a tacky floral couch in the living room is Mildred, an 80-year-old woman, wearing her favorite sweatshirt with embroidered bears dancing across it. You will most likely find Mildred cooking chicken and dumplings, or shopping on QVC. Home shopping is a favorite pastime of hers; she’s a VIP shopper.

The things Mildred holds dearest to her heart are her beanie baby collection, and framed photos of her husband from the war. Ask her about the man in the photos, and she will go on an hour long rant, beginning with a sigh and “Oh, my Arthur.” The tears may surprise you, as Mildred is not a regular crier. She is a tough lady, who is sharp as a tack.

Besides a love for home shopping, Mildred loves to knit and enjoys doing so while shitting on the “youngsters” of today. Anytime she sees a Kardashian, or as she calls them “Karkrashian”, she lets out a long breathy sigh and says her most famous saying, “Oh lord, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” Mildred is about as midwest as they come. Despite her occasional swearing, she is a little lady. She would open her door to anyone, and if she likes you, she may even let you stay awhile.