mpdrolet:

From Edibles
Stephanie Gonot

mpdrolet:

From Edibles

Stephanie Gonot

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clonist:

Love on the Left Eye by Nobuyoshi Araki

i-D Magazine

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The Photograph - Luis Camnitzer, 1981

getthesoundoffyourhead:

Goldfrapp - Drew

Ben Frost

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iamwizz:

The year is 2060. iPhone 842 is released. The screen touches you

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Shelley wrote on July 27, 1820 to Keats, commiserating as one TB sufferer to another, that he has learned ‘that you continue to wear a consumptive appearance.’ This was no mere turn of phrase. Consumption was understood as a manner of appearing, and that appearance became a staple of nineteenth-century manners. It became rude to eat heartily. It was glamorous to look sickly. […] The tubercular look had to be considered attractive once it came to be considered a mark of distinction, of breeding. […] What was once the fashion of aristrocratic femme fatales and aspiring young artists became, eventually, the province of fashion as such. Twentieth-century women’s fashions (with their cult of thinness) are the last stronghold of the metaphors associated with the romanticizing of TB in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries.
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Illness as Metaphor, Susan Sontag.

So kids, next time you find yourself worrying about your lack of thigh gap, just remember: our society’s obsession with skinny models is the result of Europe’s past popularisation of a fatal illness.

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For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” - Warsan Shire

You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?

closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.