#foam talent

[czarkristoff]

To Destroy Is To Build (2019-ongoing) at Foam Fotografiemuseum in Amsterdam, September 15, 2022-January 18, 2023. 

Thanks to Bram Prins, Mirelva Berghout, Foam Talent 2022 fellows and everyone at Foam. Special thanks to TBD THC and Collecting Otherwise.

First photo by Christian van der Kooy.

[paradiseisinthemind]

FOAM Talent talks 2022

Photographers: Marwan Bassiouni, Myriam Boulos, Olgaç Bozalp, Laura Chen, Kata Geibl, Lina Geoushy, Marvel Harris, Alexandra Rose Howland, Ange-Frédéric Koffi, Czar Kristoff, Yushi Li, Carla Liesching, Seif Kousmate, Pavo Marinović, Diego Moreno, Donja Nasseri, Ghazaleh Rezaei, Linn Phyllis Seeger, Ritsch Sisters, Donavon Smallwood.

[ssreeder]

I literally followed you for more Zukka content while I wait for an update. Good soup

the wait is almost over this weekend I will post the new chapter I promise but until then I’ll make sure to reblog all this insanely badass awesome amazing zukka week content!

[lemongogo]

j need to get back into life drawing post haste

[tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire]

KIM FUCKING HONGJOONG!!!!!?!!!?!!!

[edgarallanpoestan]

my friends are so fucking cool dude

[ilikefrogsss]

felt silly might delete later

[reesespieces-andotherfood]

MY FRIENDS ARE SO TALENTED AHHH

(Very ranty sorry I’m excited) LOOK AT THIS!!! THAT HALLWAY? IT DOESNT EXIST!!!! THAT LIGHTING LOOKIGN LIKE SUN COMING THROUGH SOME TREES?? ALL PAINT!! IM SO PROUD

[cryptidcryptic]

Durge and AA as that tango scene where durge throws the dagger at him in the dance floor and he catches it in his mouth??? Yes yes yes

[justanimp]

whwhwhw-

WAIT

WAIT

HOLY SHIT

DUDE

HOLY FUCK HE LIKED MY ART?????

[cornichoney]

god i love shane madej so much. he just keeps doing things and i keep falling deeper in love?? you’d think this obsession would end at some point but i think i may be in this for life?? i’m so glad we get to watch him share his talents with us. his already fantastic graphics taken onto another level, his budding musical talents as he learns to play piano and moves away from premade audio, to eventually making things completely his own. i’m so glad we get to watch him and the journey of his life. he’s already amazing and i already love him so much and we will get to see him improve even more yet??? what insanely fantastic heights will he reach in the future???? i cannot imagine it. i cannot wait to see it.

[ssreeder]

Your LIAB series genuinely is a masterpiece, just wow, do you have a Patreon or a kofi?? Because it’s be good to give back in return for the three free novels youv blessed us all with

I don’t have one!

I really don’t feel comfortable asking for money for my writing because it’s truly just a fun hobby I do on the side of my demanding adult life haha. But if you feel really strongly about compensating me in some way you could always commission an artist to create your favorite scene or something! I adore fan art, it makes me giddy, and by doing that we are supporting fellow artists!!

Thanks for reaching out to tell me you enjoyed LIAB so much. Even just this ask is more than enough compensation:) <3

[yeowvng]

was introduced to yuzuru hanyu. i am a changed woman.

[thekendallkathryn]

🐚🧡🌊 foam glow 🌊🧡🐚

[czarkristoff]

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To Destroy Is To Build (2019-ongoing) along with works of my fellow Foam Talent 2022 is now on view at the @dboersephotographyfoundation in Frankfurt. The exhibition will run until May 14. If it is not possible to see the exhibition in person, Foam Amsterdam has created a digital exhibition where you can experience our work in the comfort of your home. > foam.org/online-exhibitions/talent-digital-2022

[luveline]

Maybe colt comforting reader when things for her film aren’t going right 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Colt comes to your rescue (clumsily) when you have a hard day. fem!reader, 1k words

Very minor plot spoilers for The Fall Guy (2024) if any

“I think he’s mad at you.” 

You pause where you’d been scrubbing your eyes with your hands, though you don’t look at him. Colt Seavers seems to follow you everywhere you go, and consequently plays witness to your many breakdowns. “Thanks, Colt. That’s astute.” 

“Are you mad at me? Why are you mad at me? It’s been ten seconds,” he complains. He has a unique talent for sounding flirty and needy at once. 

“No, Colt. I’m tired, it’s been a long day.” 

Colt is grinning when you meet his eyes. He has blood, fake or real undetermined, drying in the scruff of his facial hair. You gesture to yourself in a slow circle in the approximate area, to which Colt smiles again. 

“You look perfect,” he says confidently. 

“You have blood in your beard.” 

“Oh, right.” 

You sigh heavily, taking the few paces back to a stack of safety mattresses for a quick break. You’ll get up and help whoever needs helping as soon as you can feel your toes. Colt stays where he is, squinting against the sun, strands of blonde ends kissing his tan forehead. The summer shoots are good for him, he always looks so beachy. You’re exhausted all the time. 

As he notices. “Are you getting enough sleep?” he asks. 

“Yeah.” 

“‘Cos I was sleeping badly and then I got this new mattress that has four hybrid layers, there’s a foam layer, and then there’s titanium springs,” —he sees your distant expression and his own flickers— “anyways, you could try it if you want. Test it out with me. Or– Not with me. With me if you want. We’d have fun. But not with me if you don’t want to.” 

You’d laugh if you had the energy. “Do you wanna sit down?” you ask. 

“God, yes, please.” 

He has another talent for being insanely handsome no matter the day. You look like you’ve been badly rewarmed before serving, where he looks like he rolled out of bed with a smile. He’s smiling at you now, the foolish kind that’ll fluster you if you let him do it for too long. “Stop,” you say quietly. 

“You’re doing amazing.” 

“Thank you. You’re the only person who thinks so, unfortunately.” 

You smile at him weakly. Worried you look pathetic, you turn your face to your lap and clasp your fingers together. 

“That’s not true. Mayview is old-fashioned, that’s all, he was around when they were still killing horses on TV.” 

You grimace. “Yikes.”

“But it’s the modern era. He doesn’t get to make you feel like shit, or I’ll make him feel like shit.” He pretends to charge a sucker punch. 

You lean forward a touch, not quite hugging your knees but tempted to fold in on yourself nonetheless, the heat of the sun a memory on your neck as the evening begins and cloud cover floods in. 

The safety mattresses beneath you squeak and shush against each other. Your weight and Colt’s slides together slowly. He might be pushing himself a little with his boot, but you pretend not to notice as his hand comes to rest between your shoulders. 

“I just can’t do anything right,” you mumble. 

As soon as you’ve said it you’re hoping he can’t hear you, but he does. He might have injured pretty much anything that can be fractured, sprained, or just plain broken, but he has stellar hearing. “You do everything right. You do!” he says, quietly and passionately at once, “They don’t realise it, but you’re the glue keeping this whole thing together.” 

“What are you?” you ask, bemused.

His hand is warm on your shoulder, unafraid where he hesitates to answer, “I don’t know. The test dummy? The guy who gets set on fire a lot?” 

“How is that?” 

“Warm,” he says, beaming, his face so unexpectedly close that you can see the glucose shining in the blood on his cheek. Fake blood. “You wanna try it? I’m sure I could convince the guys.” 

“No, I’m okay.” 

His voice turns silky. “Good, I wasn’t gonna let you anyway.” 

“Let me?” 

“You could get hurt.”

You give in, melted maybe by his warm tones, or exhausted by a day of playing mom for a director who can barely tell his left from his right. Your face presses to his shoulder and your spine sags under his hand, prompting Colt to pull you flush against his side. He always waits for your signals for stuff like this, no matter how desperate he might confess to being. “Can you make them all leave me alone?” you mumble into his jacket, the fabric rough against your nose. 

“Obviously I can, but… We could run away.” 

“Where would we go?” 

“I don’t know. Somewhere sunny. You can rub sunblock on my back, I can hold the umbrella over your head while you read.” 

“They have stands for that sort of stuff. Or you can shove it in the sand, you know.”

“I wanna do something nice for you,” he interrupts, the sound of a smile in his voice as he gives you a friendly jostle. “That’s the point.” 

“You’re plenty nice, Colt.” 

And he is. He saw you were upset and he came jogging upto you valiantly, and your side-armed cuddle is really pushing the pep back into your life. You take a few deep breaths under the weight of his arm before turning to him, brave, ready to go back to work if it means he’s gonna drive you home tonight. “Thank you for caring.” You kiss his cheek, careful of the fake blood. “You’re super nice.” 

You miss the heat of him the second you stand, but there really is work to do. 

“I’m super nice?” he calls. “How nice is super? Nice enough to get another one of those, or what? Are they by the metre?” 

You bite back a smile. 

“Hello? Can you hear me?” He must catch someone’s eye. “She can’t hear me. It’s cool. We like each other.” 

Nobody saves face quite like Colt.