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Sophie/ia. '89. Philosophy graduate student.

Kyle Staver.

Alec Soth: A few years ago Robert Frank said, "There are too many images, too many cameras now. We're all being watched. It gets sillier and sillier. As if all action is meaningful. Nothing is really all that special. It's just life. If all moments are recorded, then nothing is beautiful and maybe photography isn't an art any more. Maybe it never was." What do you think about this?
William Eggleston: I don't disagree with any part of that statement.

"Some of his early work reminds us of the greatness of Raymond Carver, who had a way of describing how the look of a refrigerator seems to a drunken man, that glacial, detached control of the stupefied gaze. So we cannot expect storytelling from Eggleston, but we do find a high degree of calculated painterliness, a form of abstraction, if you like – in fact, he has painted and drawn all his life."

#Charles Dance: Clueless about how classy he is since 1946

loftcultural:

Rene Magritte - Georgette Magritte (1934)

loftcultural:

Rene Magritte - Georgette Magritte (1934)

A friend recently asked me if I had ever experienced sexism as a female graduate student in philosophy.

It gave me pause.

Why would my friend ask me this, and what would I answer?

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la-beaute—de-pandore:

 by o superman on Flickr.
Nina Zivkovic

la-beaute—de-pandore:

 by o superman on Flickr.

Nina Zivkovic

sweet-toes:

Beg (2014) Oil on canvas
James Chester

sweet-toes:

Beg (2014) Oil on canvas

James Chester

fancybidet:

Obesity in the 1950s © Martha Holmes

the turnstile photo gives me feelings.

swoobats:

alphabet soup more like times new ramen am i right

Whenever I notice
advertising
How they can
tuck away your
nipples
&
suck off
your hips
& make you
smell
like nobody
who’s ever
lived
I like to think
of Jane Goodall.

Plain Jane
Goodall.

I like
to imagine her
hunkered down
motionless
quiet
observant
of wild chimpanzees
in
the bush.

Her gray hair
tugged
off
her honest
face
—with a rubber
band
I’d bet—

While she studies
the body proud
cousins
looking for clues
about why
we’re so
dissatisfied.

Sometimes
a person’s name
just
suits
them.

Jane. Nothing
you can do
with Jane
except say it.
Goodall.

Advertising never
seems to reach
Jane. Her hips always appear
to be just
where they always
were. Her breasts
never
strain to declare
themselves.

Each time
she emerges blinking
out of
the mists
she’s wearing
the exact
same
white blouse & indifferent
blue skirt.

She never seems
to have heard
of a makeup
that wasn’t
character.

If I could
sniff
Jane Goodall
as her friends
the chimpanzees
do
I know
she would smell
just like
her name.

Like no advertiser’s
perfume
ever touched
her
No surgeon’s
shears
ever trimmed
such ample
integrity.

She would smell
like earth
air, water
ancient forest
&
like no man
was ever
there.

'You Too Can Look, Smell, Dress, Act This Way,' by Alice Walker.

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