When we were little the simplest things gave us joy. Now’s the time to reconnect to your inner child, the one who believed in magic. We created just for creations sake, just because we could and we were grateful. Pick a look to recreate, improvise with whatever materials are accessible to you. Get your friends to join, send each other pictures. Photos: Cindy Chen Designs, Elle Magazine and Visible June
6.6 million people filed for unemployment last week.
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Can’t explain how many times my gut nudged me that there were red flags. Even when I couldn’t see it, I felt it. My instinct has never been wrong, all the guys I proceeded with caution with eventually showed their true colors. When it’s true love you won’t feel something lurking underneath the surface. The person will be transparent and created specifically for you. They will respect you, they won’t play games, they will be loyal and won’t pit you against other people. Wait for it, it will come. Via: Poets Tribe
Self-taught photographer Marc Posso’s “work aims to inspire and celebrate the beauty and diversity of cultures and people from Africa. He uses photography to contribute to change and improve the image people have of Africa. For the most part Africa rhymes with savage even for some Africans.”
Kindred By Octavia Butler: My friend gave me this book and I never gave it back. Instead I loaned it to someone else. Dana, a black woman in 1976 gets transported to a Maryland Plantation before the Civil War, in order to save her ancestor Rufus. Turns out he’s her great-great-great-great (something like that) grandfather, a red headed, hot tempered slave master. She only travels back in time when his life is in peril, because if he doesn’t exist neither will she. African Americans are a product of slave and master, a torturous truth; we hate the former, but without them we wouldn’t be. How does one reconcile that? Butler uses science fiction to explore this dynamic of lineage brilliantly. It bought so many questions to mind: what type of slave would I be? One who risks the dogs and runs? One who is subservient? One who chooses suicide as an escape? Changed my life and everything about my trip to Paris made sense. I will post about that later this week.
The Fountainhead By Ayn Rand: Howard Roark is my spirit animal. No matter what anyone told him he did it his way, getting him kicked out of school. Architecture is an art form and passion for him. While his contemporaries stuck to the ways of old (with classical buildings, typical of Greek and Roman structures) Roark could see the future. His creations were unique, modern and never before seen. He starved for his art, everyone writing him off as a joke. Sheep. Roark taught me to continue to live with integrity despite social norms. Are you living truthfully, or as others want you to be?
I love architecture because of my dad. When I walk around the city, I always wonder which buildings Roark would have built.
Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi: Two sisters in Africa are given necklaces as heirlooms from their mother. They have different fathers and come from different tribes. The book spans centuries showing the continuous lineage of the sister who remains in Africa, versus the one who gets forced into slavery. It perfectly encapsulates the African diaspora, how the slave trade has impacted the history of those stolen and those who stayed. The necklaces are so perfectly symbolic, it’s meaning staying with me long after finishing the book.
What three books changed your life? Why?
Anyone who knows me, knows I love this woman. Since 11 years old, will always love her. Here she is for W Magazine with the most major bouffant, in this modern 60’s shot styled by Katie Grand. Magnificent as usual.
Which one is your fave coronavirus aesthetic? Are you over it?
Photos: Chalamet Memess, Dazed Beauty, Paris 2000s and Vocal Creators
“…if she finds it strange, to be paid for her hours at work- to exchange, in other word, blocks of her extremely limited time on this earth for the human invention known as money. Time consists of physics, money is just a social construct.”
Photo: Franco Rubartelli
Surviving your hardships makes you beautiful.
Wear them with pride, you are a warrior defined by strength.
You’re jealous of your actual friends.
You want to see them do well, but not better than you.
You only like them when they’re down, it makes you feel superior.
You take your insecurities out on them.
You root against them secretly, not for them.
When your friends accomplish something you think “why them not me?”
You’re competitive, their success has to be outshined by something you’ve done.
Is their something I’m forgetting? Friendship is important, these people are your tribe. I’ve have so many toxic friends, who love me when I’m down and pray I fall when I’m up. Be honest with yourself, it’s the only way to change it. Have you exhibited any of these behaviors?