this blog is no longer active
but will remain up as an archive. you can find me now @bluebeardsbride
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richard siken in interview
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amal el-mohtar, people of colo(u)r editorial roundtable
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Will you be keeping this blog as an archive once you’ve finished moving to the new one? It’s such a good resource to just meander through
yes!
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If you don’t mind, why move your blog?
funsies
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1970’S YVES SAINT LAURENT Black Chiffon Peasant Dress
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— THEODORA GOSS, Beauty to the Beast.
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There is a stranger’s heart
beating inside my chest.
You call this passion
but I call it a cancer.
Chelsea Wolfe, from the lyrics of Boyfriend; Unknown Rooms: A Collection of Acoustic Songs.
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Photographed by Jack Davison for M Le Monde
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“Thus this precious beloved of mine is taught and guided by me, without herself, for she is transformed into me, and such a perfect one, says Love, takes my nourishment.”
— Marguerite Porete, The Mirror of Simple Souls (Le Miroir des âmes simples et anéanties), trans. by Ellen Babinsky
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THE LAMB
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made you?
Gave thee life and bid thee feed,
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee!
He is callèd by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb:
He is meek & He is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are callèd by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee.
Little Lamb, God bless thee.
— Songs of Innocence, William Blake
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from “On the Concept of Beauty”, Theodor W. Adorno, e-flux
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A Vingança de Uma Mulher (Rita Azevedo Gomes, 2012)
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