- Tagged:
- Florence + the Machine
- If life was a job, I would totally fire myself.
- I wouldn’t terribly mind being fired from my actual jobs too. One is soul crushing and the other is presided over by an evil dictator who thinks ‘avant garde fashion’ is ‘unprofessional’. What’s that all about?
- Sometimes I miss the sort of hysterical depression you could completely submerge yourself in. Which is ridiculous. Idk I just want to cry but can’t??
- Nooo 2nd week of uni begins tomorrow and I’m going to do really shit and noone will like me and I’ll look pale and tired and eventually DIE.
- Mmmhm.
i love you bodhi!
anyway now that i have internet back… i dont really feel like uploading photos, etc.. or doing anything even though i have a million tabs open.
so, here is a photo from when i was in hong kong a month and a bit ago.
curedtc:tazzyface:avacat:tashcaughtfire:joeytribbiani:(via killmyenemies)
QUALITY
Necessary.
hand me that satsuma…
(via lostincomaa)
seriously, according to this, I should be a Buddhist…
(via moonlapsed, alldressedupwithnoplacetogo)
i should be a wiccan
fuckyeahhptrio:(via strawberryswingm)
just look their faces, they’re so fucking cute
nawwww
Cindy Sherman- Untitled #167
I went to the Guggenheim on Wednesday with a few of my friends and saw the Haunted exhibit, which I highly recommend. I spent much of the last month visiting a lot of museums and it was the most moving show I saw by far, and one of the best executed. It’s a very very dark show, especially if you’re more of a landscape and water lilies person, but it’s extremely rewarding.
This photograph was physically too disturbing for me and one of my friends to focus on for too long. It loses so much power being reproduced in this context, but there is a palpable sense of terror and violence emanating from this image. When initially seeing it, it took me a second to notice the unidentified face in the mirror, pushing the idea of the viewer as voyeur (which, let’s be honest, is way overused as an artistic trope although that’s not Sherman’s fault) up along with the horrific sense from the visual, and this is one of the few times implicating the viewer as part of the awful spectacle has resonated for me. It’s not like any of us can say we’ve come across dismembered body parts in the woods (If you have, PLEASE comment), but how many times have you seen (or done?) something awful and just kept on going? How many times have you torn someone to pieces or watched as they’ve done it to themselves? You know whether you identify with the victim, the killer, or the observer (if the observer isn’t just the killer), but which is the worst to be?
Yes, I realize this post doesn’t get into any of the issues in this work/series with regards to violence against women, how it relates to horror (and how very Blue Velvet this image is), use of setting, its importance in Sherman’s career especially in that she wasn’t taking photos of herself any more, etc. etc. I know about those things (no really, just a bit), and maybe I’ll get back to you with a more detailed Cindy Sherman post sometime.
I very much enjoyed reading this interpretation.
