Winds Will Take You

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Winds Will Take You

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newyorker:

A look at Eddie Soloway’s painterly photographs of beaches at twilight: http://nyr.kr/1nCJn88
Above: “Renegade.”

how i miss the ocean

newyorker:

A look at Eddie Soloway’s painterly photographs of beaches at twilight: http://nyr.kr/1nCJn88

Above: “Renegade.”

how i miss the ocean

(Source: newyorker.com)

— 2 days ago with 276 notes
#water  #painting 
"

Forgiveness.

The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.

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In her beautiful meditation on the writing life, Ann Patchett adds to our ongoing archive of wisdom on writing. Pair with Patchett’s advice to graduates on writing and life. (via explore-blog)

To my writers. And to my self.

— 4 days ago with 1511 notes
#Didi  #cassie 

beautifulsouthasianbrides:

Photo via DM Luxury Hair

"The South Indian Braid"

I like this but there is something also uncomfortable about this. White-washed? Dressing up an Indian princess? 

(via middle-women)

— 1 week ago with 3200 notes
#south indian bride  #hair garland  #white stylist? 

aneternalscoutandabrownie:

bellecs:

This is literally a Tumblr classroom.

Bonus!

And:

(via askallthequestions)

— 1 week ago with 100620 notes
#looove 

newyorker:

A look at photos from Michael Somoroff’s unconventional homage to the German photographer August Sander: http://nyr.kr/1fzrMw3

Top: “Pastrycook,” 1928. Photograph by August Sander.
Bottom: Photograph by Michael Somoroff.

August Sander photographs © Die Photographische Sammlung/SK-Stiftung Kultur - August Sander Archiv, Cologne - VG-Bild Kunst, Bonn, 2011.

How much does a place say about you? Vice versa?

(Source: newyorker.com)

— 2 weeks ago with 411 notes
#photography  #work and environment 
humansofnewyork:

"I want to make cars.""What’s the best part about making cars?""Seeing how fast they go.""What’s the hardest part about making cars?""Keeping them from exploding."

humansofnewyork:

"I want to make cars."
"What’s the best part about making cars?"
"Seeing how fast they go."
"What’s the hardest part about making cars?"
"Keeping them from exploding."

— 2 weeks ago with 4704 notes
#cars  #kids 
teaphotog:

"I wish I could tell my skin that it is made of fire. That it covers blood and bone and muscle no different in makeup from Jennifer Lawrence or Michelle Obama or Emma Watson.
I wish I could tell my skin that it exists as a covering for what is pulsing within my body, that it has been designed to keep me safe, and that anyone who cares more about wrapping paper than what it contains inside is a fool.
And I am learning that even the people who love me can be foolish.
I am trying to come to peace with something I never used to cry over.
I am trying to tell my skin, I am trying to tell myself, I am trying to tell my mother and my family and whoever I want to love me that I am more than my color.
But I am my color, too.
My skin is not a shade an Indian mother can be proud of, my skin is the color of cinnamon and peeled-back tree bark, and my skin never used to make me ashamed.”
-“Made of Fire” by me for The Michigan Daily. Read the rest here 

Wow.

teaphotog:

"I wish I could tell my skin that it is made of fire. That it covers blood and bone and muscle no different in makeup from Jennifer Lawrence or Michelle Obama or Emma Watson.

I wish I could tell my skin that it exists as a covering for what is pulsing within my body, that it has been designed to keep me safe, and that anyone who cares more about wrapping paper than what it contains inside is a fool.

And I am learning that even the people who love me can be foolish.

I am trying to come to peace with something I never used to cry over.

I am trying to tell my skin, I am trying to tell myself, I am trying to tell my mother and my family and whoever I want to love me that I am more than my color.

But I am my color, too.

My skin is not a shade an Indian mother can be proud of, my skin is the color of cinnamon and peeled-back tree bark, and my skin never used to make me ashamed.”

-“Made of Fire” by me for The Michigan Daily. Read the rest here 

Wow.

(via middle-women)

— 2 weeks ago with 282 notes
#wow 
humansofnewyork:

"I’m a pathologist, which means that I run the lab, and I’m continually shocked by all the unnecessary lab work that comes my way. Doctors have to find something wrong with you, because preventative measures aren’t sexy. They know that you’re more likely to appreciate them if they tell you something’s wrong, than if they tell you to stop drinking 40 oz sodas."

"Preventative measures aren’t sexy" Although I’m disagree with the soda remark.

humansofnewyork:

"I’m a pathologist, which means that I run the lab, and I’m continually shocked by all the unnecessary lab work that comes my way. Doctors have to find something wrong with you, because preventative measures aren’t sexy. They know that you’re more likely to appreciate them if they tell you something’s wrong, than if they tell you to stop drinking 40 oz sodas."

"Preventative measures aren’t sexy"

Although I’m disagree with the soda remark.

— 2 weeks ago with 4871 notes
#medicine  #reactive