Guys can we talk about these graduation photos?
Pose 2 is being ordered for the yearbook per their requirements (had to be a a pose from 1 through 3) and I’m pretty sure I’m going to order a few photos of pose 12. Pose 5 kills me. Like who decided that was what photo albums and yearbooks across the nation needed. And also can we talk about how much has changed in 4 years, it’s crazy man.
You will have to accept this shit photo of us from the Black Sabbath concert- Tumblr is being a piece of shit and isn’t letting me post the photos I want for this post (or the videos I wanted to post from this concert).
Five years ago today, I decided I wanted this person in my life to be my better half. Although some days I have been baffled by this decision, overall, it’s been fun. We had a real low key anniversary, but it was nice. To many more, eh?
LOL no. I graduated high school in 2010. Im graduating college in May.
this week, when it rained at the entrance of the new $25 million library
HAHAHA OMG THIS IS AT HUNTER.
This is great and unsurprising all at the same time.
It’s not the face I’m used to staring back at me.
For three decades, starting in the 1930s, he did the same thing. He’d sit inside a photo booth. He’d smile. He’d pose.
And then—pop! pop! pop!—out would pop a glossy self-portrait, in shades of black and white. There he was, staring back at himself … and grinning. And, sometimes, almost scowling. There he was, mirthful. And, sometimes, almost scornful.
The man—nobody knows who he was—repeated this process 455 times, at least, and he did so well into the 1960s. Nobody knows for sure why he did it. Or where he did it. All we know is that he took nearly 500 self-portraits over the course of thirty years, at a time when taking self-portraits was significantly more difficult than it is today, creating a striking record of the passage of time.
The man’s effort is now being shared with the public in the form of a collection being shown at Rutgers’ Zimmerli Art Museum in New Brunswick. “445 Portraits of a Man,” the exhibit is appropriately called, takes these early, earnest selfies and presents them as art.
Read more. [Image courtesy Donald Lokuta]
Before Noah Kalina, there was this guy.
"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."
- Our Bodies, Ourselves.