I’m really interested in ultra-femme power imagery, and an esthetic quality so beautiful it shatters all traditional understandings of what ’empowered women’, femininity, female sexuality and/or ‘beauty standards’ can look like. I also quite literally believe that ‘selfies’ are a revolutionary movement, and that aided by the internet, they can change the worlds perception of women, and women’s perception of themselves, in a really profound way.
Madeleine Black is a girl with all strings and no strings at once.
She is a marionette on fire.
A firefly in a mason jar.
A discontinued edition of mock barbie dolls,
accidentally equipped with hearts for brains and vice versa.
Colors break her heart everyday.
And probably, so do you.
She wrote this drunk sitting on the floor of some dark basement (dungeon) show.
Just a collection of images that I really identify with in an emotional, chaotic, multi-faceted and mischievous – ultra femme kind of way. (An aspect of femininity and a particular breed of women in particular that I think deserve more acknowledgement and celebration)
Most of them are unfortunately un-cited (except otherwise stated) because I pulled them from the internet (mostly tumblr) before I had any intention of using them.
-I’ve been listening to this album by Holobody on repeat. I might be biased because it’s written and produced by an old friend of mine and his sister but seriously, they are wicked talented and kind of heart breaking-ly lovely.
-I just started ‘Diary’ by Chuck Palahniuk, kindly lent to me by my friend Rob and his seemingly endless library. Palahniuks sentence structure makes me LOL a lot. It’s so unapologetic and chaotic and beautiful and addicting.
“Before we go any further, you might want to put on some extra clothes. You might want to stock up on some extra B-vitamins. Maybe some extra brain cells. If you’re reading this in public, stop until you’re wearing your best underwear.
Even before this you might want to get on the list somewhere for a donor liver.
You can see where this is going.”
Reading his books make me want to marry him, and I don’t even want to marry anyone maybe. Also he’s kind of really sexy, yes I have stalked his twitter pics. The only other person I think about marrying is Tim Burton, so… I’ll let you know how that goes.
*but dated is a loose term and also, what’s a Holden?
This is funny/interesting to me because last week I only wanted to wear lace and 3 long skirts at once, all goddess like. I’ve read some articles on ovulation and the constant flux of hormones in women that make me think the two are connected, cycle – style. In the past year or so I’ve been trying to be body conscious enough to know where I am in the month without keeping track of any exact dates. The patterns I’ve discovered, not only in physical changes but also emotionally and personality-wise are really interesting and I have a feeling that recognizing them could be really useful.
Before that they were glitter-y and before that they were like this:
-And some recent pictures of course:
Adora-boys Ryan and Randal at Seed.
This is what the world looks like most nights as I leave work. (minus the spliced tree)
Colbys beautiful projector-photo frame design.
My shadows reflections shadow, I think?
With flash and without.
I really like the way these turned out and kind of think that money’s never looked better.
Oh, brother. (we’re like basically siblings, best friends, whatever)
Colbys window sills.
Collage night with Jera and Jane. Ipads are magic.
Almost froze my fingers off because I like this.
I probably subconsciously clogged the sink at work on purpose so that cutie plumbers would be hanging around all day. Genius.
– Also, tonight I had my first Capoeira class at Fada, taught by the ‘Professor’ while my regular dance teacher, Fran, is overseas. My basic understanding is that Capoeira’s a martial art form disguised as dancing, developed by African slaves after being shipped to Brazil beginning around the 16th century and has since become an integral part of Brazilian culture.
I was pretty scared at first because my upper body strength isn’t the best and it’s a lot of intense partner-holding/stretching, partner-handstand exercises, partner-back flipping and partner-cart weal flips, as well as fast footwork choreography, stick fighting and singing. I screamed a lot at first but by the end of class I had totally fallen in love, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much in a movement class before.
Oh and, I’m in the middle of applications to various art schools,
which are freaking expensive