The morning glories are trying to take over my kale.
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Tauba Auerbach, This is a Lie, 2007
blissbambina: ha-ze: yay me (clipped to polyvore.com)
“Colonialism is when bees bust their asses to make honey but all the bottles look like bears!”
– Kim Crosby’s Facebook page(which quoted me yesterday!) (Source: theangryblackwoman)
“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”
– S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via wethinkwedream) (Source: modernmethadone)
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This is where design becomes something meaningful.
Glenn Ligon, Untitled: Four Etchings, 1992
From the Metropolitan Museum of Art:
Ligon’s paintings and prints frequently juxtapose pictures and captions, but in many cases, they consist of words alone, excerpted from famous writings by James Baldwin, Ralph Ellison, and Zora Neale Hurston, among others. His stenciling, which is deliberately smudged and frequently illegible, illustrates each author’s message, even as he obfuscates their actual words. In the two black-on-white prints here, he repeats a different line from Hurston’s essay “How it Feels to Be Colored Me” (1928): “I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background” and “I do not always feel colored.” In the black-on-black prints, he repeats a single passage, with different line breaks, from Ellison’s prologue for Invisible Man (1952): “I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.”
damntimcurrywhyyousodistracting:
On the 16th of June 1973 The Rocky Horror Show began previews in the Royal Court Theatre Upstairs, London. They held their official, thunder ridden, opening night on the 19th of June 1973.
2013 marks the 40th Anniversary of this incredible production and I want to share some Frankie love here on Tumblr in a tribute to ‘the man who began it’ - Dammit. Well one of them. The one who stormed that stage forty years ago with such style and perfection that we’re sitting here forty years later, still talking about that tiny little production which by rights should have disappeared into the zeitgeist after the originally intended three week run.
So, Tumblr, can we get 4711 notes by 19th June?
If we do it.
I will post a rare - never before seen - photo from the original Theatre Upstairs production.
Well. How nice.
