oh no no no no way!

rookiemag:

Christina Ricci with Chainsaw, 1998

xo sonja

authenticfauxhemian:

Evelyn Nesbit

hairspiration, for real, ladies.

Tom Tom Club- Who Feelin’ It

~*~reblog if u luv yr dj~*~

Obviously Willem Dafoe, et. al. walking in a Prada show is possibly the best thing to ever happen, ever, but hear this bullshit: the show was “dedicated to men in power” [emphasis mine]. 

….the fuck????

Rilo Kiley- Portions For Foxes

dedicated to all the ladies in my email chains. 

getthatlook:

Starting off with a bang.

YAY.

JESS KNOWS ME VERY WELL. 

Xaviera Simmons, Superunknown (Alive in the), 2010

This past weekend I had the distinct pleasure of speaking on Somali piracy for the CIC’s symposium on Hydrarchy. A review of the exhibit itself is here, by Helen, brilliant as always. This was my first real-ass speaking engagement and as a result I was a bundle of nerves and sleeplessness, but I got some really nice feedback in spite of this. CIC’s Artistic Director is so much more than that; I’m consistently amazed at her ability to critically engage and give notes. My piece was an expansion/reflection of the paper Kelsy and I gave in July and I’m sort of brimming with ideas right now as to what directions it can go in. The seascape is this sort of space that’s beyond any simplistic assignations of state of exception, etc. and I love contemporary piracy as a sort of lens into that. Also brings up all these implications, re: multitude, racialization/criminalization, piracy and cyber space. 

The other speakers were inspiring, of course: Iain Chambers, Take to the Sea, and a panel on the Gaza flotilla with Lina Attallah, Huweida Arraf, and Amr Shalakany. An immense privilege to share a line-up with them. 

If you’re in Cairo, Hydrarchy is up through the 14th.  

rookiemag:

Reality Bites!

- Minna

Azealia Banks- Slow Hands

This is better than the original, dare I say? Anyway, I remember Soulseeking the Interpol record and not being nuts about it but also knowing that (being sophomoric, in all senses) I had to own it and have a commentary on it for the sake of kvetching at sticky-floored house parties (I wasn’t a heavy drinker yet, so I needed an arsenal of conversation pieces).

2004 was also the year that I first got called a “fucking hipster,” for, of all things, my white vintage sunglasses. I should also point out that this assignation was made by a manarchist in my campus’ chapter of Food Not Bombs, SO. I’ve had something of a distaste for that particular subculture ever since. #occupywhitedudesrecordcollections, or something. 

Edited to include post-script: At the time, said manarchist was dating my BFFL. She came out of the closet three years later. 

Grimes- Genesis

Such a perfect January tune. 

Guys, this KRAFTWERK SWEATER is for sale at my favorite Boston vintage spot RESCUE, and someone should go there right now and buy it, because I can’t. 

(If I could, I would give it to my former housemate Gene, who loves Kraftwerk.) 

[via RESCUE’s fb page, which you should like if you want to see more lovelies. Also I got a great Mickey Mouse sweatshirt there this summer. Also they’re not paying me bye!]