in case you were having a bad day, here’s a picture of Yo-Yo Ma, the famous cellist, on the floor of a bathroom with a wombat
open letter 2 camille paglia. i spew shit out of my ass every day but i don’t get paid for it and i think this is remarkably unfair. also, consider critical thinking skills
at crit on monday my teacher was taking notes on everyone’s pieces and all he had written down for me was “anna - fruit”
Broad and Walnut, Philadelphia, PA
today this white girl asked me why my hair is so curly and i said im black and she told me to say african american
android commercial: *proves that they’re better than iphones in every way possible*
Gel transfers on bandaids
A conceptual archive of everyone that I photographed between 2008 and 2014.
After recognizing the duality of the bandaid - healing and hurting - I attempted to quantify my relationships with everyone who I have photographed, in order from the person who has helped me heal the most to the person who has hurt me the most. But, I found that in this arranging process that people who have done both landed somewhere in the middle, alongside people I felt more neutrally towards. The intensity of the heal and the hurt was also affected by the passage of time and the strength of the memories. There was no real way to create this order when everyone had, whether strongly or not at all, contributed to some level of my healing or of my hurt.
This stands as an archive of everyone who has found themselves in front of my camera, and as a recognition of the roles they have all played in the last six years of my life.
— quentin tarantino as quentin tarantino in a quentin tarantino movie
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