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zegalba · 1 year
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Oliver Herring & Rei Kawakubo (1996)
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franckcossoul · 9 months
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gregdotorg · 1 year
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Oliver Herring, Untitled (Body Bag), 1995, being sold at Wright20 on Apr. 20, 2023
Herring began knitting mylar tape as a way to remember and honor the genderbending performance artist Ethyl Eichelberger, who died at his own hand in 1991 after learning of his AIDS diagnosis. Herring said he remembered Lady Bunny announced it at Wigstock.
Knitting was an embodiment of time which freed up his mind to figure out what his artwork should look like. Herring made knitted mylar sculptures for almost a decade.
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bureauvisual · 4 months
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captain-flint · 5 months
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Tommy, what a bitch 💖 - Lou Ferrigno Jr.
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2x4 | 7x4
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bleakbluejay · 8 months
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you motherfuckers have no concept of what "land back" or "decolonize" even mean. you're too busy demonizing entire groups of people, terrified, shitting yourselves, that they'll do even half of the horrors to you that you've done to them for decades or centuries. this shit comes off as hella racist for real. you hate arabs so much. you hate first nations people so much. you hate black people so much. even if you sympathize with them, you can't fucking bear the idea of them gaining freedom, independence, autonomy, safety, because you're so, so scared they'll hurt you back and cause chaos in the streets. these same people who just want to rebuild. who just want to go home. who just want to see their families again. who just want food. who just want medical care. who just want dry, warm shelter. you're so focused on the ideas of colonization, of "us vs. them", of one people displacing the other for a state to exist, that you cannot comprehend coexistence, and your only idea of peace is if an entire group of people were just gone and dead.
grow the fuck up. for the love of GOD, grow the fuck up.
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stevenrogered · 4 months
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2x18 / 7x09
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b0bbynash · 21 days
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glacierclear · 11 months
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the mortifying ordeal of being known.
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violent138 · 3 months
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I'm thinking of a drunk JLA hanging out during off hours, and:
Shayera, mildly buzzed off a stash of neurotoxins and two kegs: "So you guys might be the wrong people to ask, but are Gothamites really as crazy as the stereotypes?"
Black Canary and Batman: [exchanging looks]
Oliver: "Crazier."
Clark: [smirking]
Canary: "I was raised in a dojo, got an offer to train with an assassin, and routinely got into fights with gangsters, before having a pretty decent music career."
Bruce: "One of my sons started a criminal empire. Another started a gang. Technically three of my children are trained assassins. Many of them have faked their deaths, or come back from death, and--"
Shayera: "And you dress up as a giant bat, I think I've heard all I need to."
Hal, completely drunk and holding up extra fingers with his ring: "Man, how many kids do you have?"
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zegalba · 5 months
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Comme des Garçons for HF Magazine (1997)
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cafecitoeddie · 6 months
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“Buck?” Eddie knows Buck wouldn’t leave just like that, without so much as a goodbye but— Maybe last night meant absolutely nothing and all he’s been left with is a broken heart. No, he can’t possibly believe that, but— Buck’s voice is sudden and muffled through the bathroom door. “Don’t worry, Eddie, I’ll be right there." Of course. Eddie smiles to himself as Buck opens the door. How could he ever think Buck would leave him after last night, after what they did, after everything they’ve been through? Eddie smiles, adjusting slightly, feeling the tug and pull of a very new, but welcome, pleasant ache. Buck smirks as he steps into Eddie’s bedroom, tugging his boxer briefs down as he goes. Every single thought evaporates from Eddie’s head at the sight. “Alright, baby. Ready for round two?”
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wodania · 3 months
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little lemon tree queen
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taiturner · 1 year
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Wanna know what I wished for over the candle stuck in a tub of dip? You're looking at it. Me with my two besties doing murder stuff.
Only Murders in the Building ◆ 3x09 "Thirty"
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lorephobic · 10 months
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“the class commentary in saltburn was shit” WHAT CLASS COMMENTARY???? NOT EVERY MOVIE WITH RICH PEOPLE HAS TO OR SHOULD HAVE CLASS COMMENTARY. EMERALD FENNELL KNOWS VERY WELL THAT SHE IS NOT THE RIGHT DIRECTOR FOR A MOVIE ABOUT CLASS COMMENTARY WHICH IS WHY SHE DID NOT WRITE A MOVIE ABOUT CLASS COMMENTARY.
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