Paolo Sebastian, F/W 2015
Get on me, blue things.
Paolo Sebastian, F/W 2015
Get on me, blue things.
"I was obviously quite shocked, so that why I decided to send you guys an email saying hey, I’m that guy in that billboard," Roux said.
Roux hasn’t thought about that photo shoot in nearly a decade. He says the pictures used on the billboard were part of a stock photo shoot he did. Roux signed away the rights and was told the pictures would be used in commercial and corporate ads and brochures.
Thursday morning, friends, family and even Roux’s trainer asked if he was featured in the ad, which claimed to show identical twins and the statement, “Nobody is born gay.”
It’s ironic, says Roux, given that he’s not a twin and openly gay.
"It just seems like there no place in today’s world for an organization that is promoting this as being some kind of deviant or distasteful lifestyle, because I’ve lived my life openly gay and happy for my entire life," he said.
Huh. It’s almost like I want the cool new show based on my favorite comic series to succeed.
Too bad you’re a Tattoo blog and not a fandom blog. So.
Huh. It’s almost like owning the blog gives me license to post whatever I want. Weird.
Sure does. And I have the same right to criticise you for what you post. Funny how free speech works one way for everybody on the internet, hey.
Bruh, free speech just protects us from censorship by the government. It’s not a right to act like a soggy bowl of cereal toward whomever you want, whenever you want without consequence.
But, even if it were, it’s a right, not an obligation. You could choose to hitch up your big kid britches and just keep scrolling or even unfollow. And I’d actually really appreciate that because, I mean, while you signed up to see what I post, I definitely didn’t sign up to watch you shit your pants every time something doesn’t cater to you.
Done and done. When you project the image that you’re operating as a tattoo blog, with a title that suggests I’m going to see posts about, y’know, tattoos, that’s what I expect. Look forward to losing more followers.
I don’t want to imply that you’re not an important person with a very valid opinion, but
the only fish i think are great.
This is what I see, everywhere I look. Infrastructure is so laughably fragile.
Imagine that one day the whole world would look like this.
More than 150 congressional staffers, as well as a few elected officials, walked off the job Thursday afternoon, gathering on the steps of the Capitol to join protests in support of the families of Michael Brown and Eric Garner, two unarmed black men killed by police officers last summer.
I found these gifs I made a while back for a site that’s not running anymore, so I thought I’d post them here. It’s a description of psychiatric symptoms and states of mind using a pink box and some other stuff.
this is super helpful. i’m very visual and it’s good to have stuff like this to explain what goes on in my brain.
So young, so wise!
Alice Cooper on The Muppet Show, 1978.
Years ago, after Chaos Congress, Rubin insisted we go to some art show. I, as always, preferred to stay at home — whatever continent, country, city home might be in that day. But Rubin can be lovingly persistent. It would be worth it. It would be beautiful. We went, mere hours before I boarded a plane from somewhere to somewhere else.
Biosphere was a study in liminality to me, suspended spaces tethered to more commonly understood as habitable floors and walls. Perfectly clear water in heavy plastic and vast space define in clarity and iridescence. It was a liminal future, an in-between home, the moment the wheels leave the runway. The terror of my anxiety and the complete love for the possibility of Something Different, wrapped up in the moments of stepping into the future. In short, Rubin was right.
Jump forward a few years.
When Pablo invited me to Development and Climate Days in Lima, I was glad to go. Even before the deeply pleasurable and productive Nairobi gig with Red Cross Red Crescent Climate Centre and Kenya Red Cross, I trusted Pablo to have spot-on inklings of the future. Maybe all that climate forecasting has gotten into his social forecasting as well. His efforts around serious games resulting in their now being generally accepted, he told about an art-involved step to get people to think about the future differently. Something about plastic bags, and lighter than air balloons. Would I be willing to, in addition to my talk, document their process of creating a Museo Aero Solar for others to participate and replicate? Of course – distribution of knowledge, especially with illustration and technology is kind of my jam. It would also help me venture into the city.
I arrived at 2a to a deserted city and a vast and rolling Pacific out the cab window. I cracked jokes with the driver based on my poor grasp of Spanish (“ehhhh, Pacifico es no muy grande.”) He humored me. And in the morning, mango that tasted like sunlight, and instant coffee, and the Climate Centre team of whom I am becoming increasingly fond. And a new person – the artist Tomas, with whom Pablo and I ventured to an art space to join the already-started process of community building and art creation, large bags full of plastic shopping bags ready for cutting and taping. Pablo eventually had to go spend time at COP20, I relished not going.
I took such specific, ritualistic care with each plastic bag. Cut off the bottom, cut off the handles, cut a side to make a long rectangle. Lay it gently on top of the pile, pressing down to smooth and order. Pick up the next bag. Feel it on my hands. The crinkle, the color. Smooth it out. Cut. Place. The sound of tape being pulled, torn, applied, and stories told in Spanish. The slow joining of each hand-cut rectangle. I smiled, to dedicate so much care to so many iterations of things which are the detritus of life. Francis laughed with me, saying she felt the weight of each one. A heavy statement for something so light. Tomas walking around, constantly seeming to have attracted a bit of plastic bag handle to his heel, no matter how many he peeled off, a persistent duckling of artist statement.
We went to the Lima FabLab to speak to a hackathon about making a GPS and transponder so we could let the creation fly free without endangering air traffic. And this time I saw it from the outside – seeing Tomas speak to a group of self- and community-taught Peruvian coders, and seeing their faces display disbelief and verge protection against the temporal drain of those outside your reality. Then, as he showed step by step, and finally an image, that these can fly, their cousins can lift a person, grins break out. Peoples’ hearts lift, new disbelief replaces the jaded. There is laughter and a movement to logistical details.
And then we took it to the D&C venue, and it worked.
— Climate Centre (@RCClimate) December 6, 2014
I imagine what Pablo must have gone through, to get bureaucratic sign-off on this. No metric of success. No Theory of Change. Him, fighting tooth and nail for a large and hugely risk-adverse organization to trust fall into the arms of a community, an artist, a facilitator, and a game maker. And they did. And it changed the entire event. People in suits crawling into this cathedral made of plastic bags, each individually cut and added with love to the whole. A pile of fancy shoes outside the entrance, like a ballroom bouncy castle. People’s unabashed joy watching art some of them had made become a room, and then lift off to become a transport.
This future we want — it’s hard work, it can seem impossible. But it’s right here, we made it. It works, and it is beautiful.
I brought up ways for other people to participate. In a beautiful act I would associate with Libre ethics, the Lima crew have opened up not only our stories, but our process. We want you to join us. We want you to be a part of this future, and it means hard work. The fledgling wiki and mailing list can be found here. I hope you hop on.
December 11th, 2014
During the ongoing protests in Berkeley and Oakland, on Dec 10th 2014, two undercover police were outed by the crowd after allegedly attempting to instigate looting, a tactic of entrapment often used by state infiltrators to neutralize and discredit protests. After being discovered one police officer, pictured above, pulled out his gun and began pointing it at protestors. In the scuffle only a black protestor was singled out and arrested.
(Photo Credit: NOAH BERGER / REUTERS)
Editor’s Note: This story will be updated as soon as I know more information.
Look at how he’s holding the gun
I went to get a massage today. There was a little boy, with shaggy hair, crying. Didn't want his hair cut. "You don't want your hair to look like your _Mom's_, do you?!" the hairdresser was saying. The little boy nodded vigorously, smiling. "Don't you want to look like _Dad_?" Vigorous shaking of head. Hairdresser pointed at me, "even sheeeee's got short hair." Boy cocked his head at me. "You should have the hair you want," I said. The mom smiled at me, said "Yup. So long as it doesn't look like a billy goat chewed on it. Nom nom nom." and they left. I'll be finding a different place, and I wish the mom would have stopped the crazy shit the hairdresser was saying, but I'm glad at least she wasn't on board for it.
A surefire way for mothers to get their sons to tuck in their shirts, 1940s style (via Kitsch-Slapped)
The illustrated boy looks pretty darn pleased with his cute new lace edging.
I can see him now meeting his friends at the soda fountain.
'Fellows, check out Mom's latest effort at mind control.' (spins)
(chorus of whistles and applause)
'Why, Jimmy, I do believe you've started a fashion!'
'Let's go to the Woolworth and get lace edging for all our shirts!’
'Doug can sew them on, he got his Handicraft merit badge last summer!'
'Never regretted it.'
'Jimmy, your mom has some internalised misogyny to figure out.'
'Don't I know it.'
"A Not-So-Free Trade Agreement: NAFTA, CAFTA. and the Upsurge of Violence and Instability in Central America"
Politics, University of San Francisco
Are you fucking kidding me? Like, no, Shakespeare wouldn’t tweet a sonnet cause 140 characters is a bit short for that. Wrong medium. But you know what he would have? A very active twitter FULL OF DICK PUNS AND YOUR MOM JOKES okay. (And probably also a blog for the sonnets and longer works, that cross-posts links to twitter anyway.)
Get out of here with that pretentious anti-technology bullshit.
He’d rock the fuck out of memes. Don’t deny it.
Exit, pursued by a doge.
much run wow
I don’t understand people who try to make Shakespeare into a pretentious thing cause he was basically an uneducated dick-joke making dude for the common masses. His historical plays are straight up fanfiction. There’s a scene in Macbeth where two guards are having a conversation as a dude pees on a wall. Get out of here with your Shakespeare snobbery.
Immigrants. First generation.
Writer: Ijeoma Umebinyuo.
You do not need to remove my name.
here’s a roman carving of a penis with wings and legs having a penis where its penis should be as well as a penis coming out of its butt
the romans were laughing at dickbutt over 2000 years before the internet
I regret nothing.
Me playing sports.
NSFW. Delightfully bizarre.
We like Ren Hang.
LINDSAY SHOULD I GET THIS FOR YOU
Social and Cultural Analysis (American Studies), New York University
"No Particular Species: A Critical Exploration of the American Museum of Natural History"