i have a response for you, but i don’t want to post it publicly. so, you’ll have to come off of anonymous. you haven’t bothered me at all! i’d love to chat, so come off of anon or send me someplace to send my response. take care!
i’m not going to answer this because it may be my father in disguise, slowly losing his mind, trying to contact me or know anything he can about me. so, there is your answer.
Andrei Tarkovsky / Polaroids
Karl Otto Götz (German, b. 1914), Hooph IV, 1994. Gouache on handmade paper, 33 x 27 cm.
Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1969
Rothko’s last work before committing suicide.
My father. Me, around roughly the same age as he was in his photo. Strangers. But, my father. And me. I’d never really seen it until I saw these two photos together. Kind of unsettling? And purely coincidental, these two photographs.
For Morgan. Ian David. Most rare bird.
there was this one time in my life when i literally had the most perfect tits. and thighs. and tits. the tits. if you are 15-25, you should shut the fuck up and just walk around naked all of the time. always. just be naked. all of the FUCKING TIME.
oh how the times have changed
I had to reblog this because THANK GOD TIMES HAVE CHANGED. FAT IS FUCKING DISGUSTING and unhealthy and just gross to look at. NO - but seriously, it’s sad and insane what can happen to our cultural beauty ideologies in just over five decades. The good news is that the pendulum will probably swing back at some point. Whichever way it’s swinging in terms of the cultural zeitgeist, it’s usually too extreme for my liking. (And just so I don’t get any ignorant hate mail, the part about fat was a FUCKING JOKE. Obviously).
HEY, young ladies, STOP posting photos of obviously ill women making pouty faces and making comments like, ‘so pretty’. or, ‘i wish i looked like her’. NO. ’SHE’ is probably unwell. in many ways. STOP. you have to stop.