k-lapistola:

kalipsous:

ShopNonHuman.com

Promo video for my friend Michelle’s online jewelry shop. SHOPNONHUMAN.COM 

Music by Monorose

I am surrounded by such talented people.  Check out shopnonhuman, it’s superhuman.

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"Words are only words" says the person who has offended you by using them.

fuckyeahlgbtqartists:

The Pink Choice

Even though many people seem to be open about homosexuality, it turned out to be untrue when I showed people photos of homosexual couples in intimate moments. Most of them found the photos disgusting and unacceptable. This reaction was a source of inspiration to me. My goal was to make photos about homosexuals that incite feelings of romantic love that is natural and beautiful. I chose to capture casual daily activities of the couples that can be familiar to anyone. By doing so, I hope to make the audience become interested, then gradually empathize with homosexual people.

Many projects/artworks on homosexuality in Vietnam tend to focus on either deviances (especially in movies, with images of homosexuals portrayed in ridiculous clothing and make-up, mincing, shrewish or rude manners…) or symbolic images. In photography, homosexuals are not presented as themselves in pictures. And if they are, they’re usually photographed from behind or with masks on. These all foster weird and absurd images of homosexuals rather then present more understanding perspectives. In turn, homosexuals become even more intimidated and isolated.

The Pink Choice has a different approach as it seeks out personal stories using direct language: documentary photography to capture real moments and real people.

Moreover, stories about homosexuality in Vietnam and also in the world usually end in tragedy, especially in movies. On one hand, this tragic style of storytelling can make audience become more sympathetic and understanding of the difficulties that homosexuals experience. On the other hand, the drama of homosexuals can also cause misunderstandings that lives of homosexuals are vulnerable and regretful, and that the choice to “come out” is an incredible effort against the community’s way of life. The point is, in real life, there are many homosexual people who live happily with their identity. There are homosexual couples who love, nurture and build a happy family life together.

The Pink Choice is a series of photos about the love of homosexual couples which focus on living spaces, the affectionate touches, and more importantly, the synchronized rhythm of lovers sharing life together. Viewers may not feel the personalities of the subjects in the photos, but hopefully they can feel the warmth of their love and caring. In way, I wanted to show what I see of homosexual people and not how they see themselves.

Photographer: Maika Elan
Website: www.maikaelan.com

Maika is respresented by MoST. If you’d like to find out more about them you should click here.

(via ovarydoses)

When life hands you lemons, don’t let any mf’er tell you what to do with them.

A young girl’s life gets turned upside-down in this tragic second a day video. This is what war does to children. Find out more at http://bit.ly/3yearson

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"It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world."

John Green, Paper Towns

(Source: observando)

And it was so that Bruce Lee challenged Chuck Norris to a duel, rousing the beast with his beckoning fingers, palms-up.  Chuck replied by snatching a pigeon out of the air and consuming it with one bite, then spitting out a grey feather, tipped white, striped black, into the cold air of their impromptu battle arena (a flat stony clearing atop a cliff by the sea).  Bruce struck out his arm, straight as a lightning rod, and let the edge of his palm down like a guillotine, which split the pigeon feather into two equal parts, both halves peeling away from one another, swirling.  Chuck followed by round-house kicking one half of the feather into two more equal parts, peeling away in the air, dashing about erratically in the heat between them.  Then Bruce one-inch punched the half of the half of the feather in two parts.  Then Chuck hooked the half of the half of the half of the feather, with his ankle, into two parts… and you see here how quickly two men will recognize the game at hand, and so then Bruce continued to follow suit… and then Chuck followed suit… and so on until the feather was reduced to half of a half of a half of a half of a half of an exponentially decaying half, both Bruce and Chuck, halving the halves in many continuing increments, like two chefs, entremetiers, pureeing the diminishing feather with their bodies down to its last atom.  Then together Bruce and Chuck, with sharp eyes and the last atom homed-in, on auto-lock, reared for a strike in unison and, thrusting forward, to no surprise, they split the atom in two.  The force of such a split was enough to shatter even these two giants, who were now nothing more than the silt and powder of the very star-dust that makes the cosmos.  As the air around the arena settled, the whole remaining other half of the grey feather and all the remaining halves swayed to-and-fro downward, landing lightly where they did.  And in the glimmer of that slow-falling confetti of feather dust and Bruce-dust and Chuck-dust, we saw, too, our reductions and our bits made in blows-for-blows, dividing, until all that is ever left is the imprint of our fists, touching, knuckle-to-knuckle; the one forgotten half-feather, tipped white, striped black, swirling gently, still whole.

Track by a good friend of mine, POHEX. In this one he samples Doc Watson into this dope mix.  This is the sound of my South Texas, in all of its parts.  Super fresh!

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

imagine if the guy never got up or moved at all and so he never realized that this was a special thermal imprint table, didn’t get to see what was so special, and instead stared into the distance lost in his thoughts, two cups of cold coffee, never to feel delight at the novelty of where he is sitting.

(Source: rialxoan, via posiebones)

The Kim Sisters

[The Kim Sisters] were a South Korean trio who had a successful career in America during the 50’s and 60’s. To support their family during the Korean War, they performed songs for American GIs who then spread word of them after returning home. They were signed to a contract and went to the US, eventually performing 22 times on The Ed Sullivan Show.

(Source: neatorino, via racialicious)