the end of letting

get me out of here

misconceptions about you…

that i do the things i do because i’m french. people like to always say that, “oh, she’s just french”, on issues that are such clichés. but then, they never really take the time to ask themselves what is truly different within these two cultures, and they often fail to recognize the things that i do do because i’m french. because of my upbringing. my not shaving my armpits has nothing to do with my being french, every woman i know in france shaves their armpits, maybe not obsessively everyday, but they still shave them. however, my not being an optimist has a lot to do with growing up in a country that lost its glory two hundred years ago and has gone through two world wars on its soil while being occupied. my grandmother at her death left a letter saying ” i was a very happy person until the age of 7, in 1914, when my father was sent to war”. this, i think, reveals so much more about me and the culture i come from than whether i have baguette, cheese and red wine for dinner every night.

marthe arnaud, 1907-1998

read the full interview by the lovely shannon baird HERE

the tree in the ladd's

marie watt at pdx contemporary art

don't be afraid of the digital keshti love

© kersti werdal

maman à benidorme

© danielle barruel-brussin, 1968

santas

sue's changes

this wild wild west

mo'nique, fuck yes! interview starts at 3:15

best friend

©ty ennis/chaplin's a dog's life

R.I.P. mark linkous / sparklehorse

“it’s illogical, but I guess you could take a vitamin in the morning, and commit suicide in the afternoon.”

with my back against the ropes

it's a fool's game

© morgan a. ritter (from roses forever?)

last thursday sucked

but then i listened to this and it felt ok. by the time i got home though, the cats were starving.

the cools