people who love “offensive humor” act like they have some lofty evolved sense of what’s funny and what isn’t but they literally depend on hurting others for a laugh which (last time I checked) is like the lowest form of comedy
So fucking true. Like when everyone became comfortable with this gauche, crass, “shock-factor” humor. And you can tell it’s not great by the nervous laughter in the audience when the comedian has gone too far.
Recently came across this small collection of studio portraits taken by another great Malian portrait photographer. This is my first time stumbling across the work of Kélétigui Touré and have to wonder if other sources that have made mention of the liked of Malick Sidibe and Seydou Keita have never included Kélétigui Touré on their list of Malian studio portrait photographers have done so simply because they too weren’t aware of his work.
All these photographers were taken during the 1940s.
What a great find! And these photos are strikingly modern, considering they were taken nearly 70 years ago. -D.S.
"On June 13th, 2013, the AeroVelo’s Atlas Human-Powered Helicopter captured the long standing AHS Sikorsky Prize with a flight lasting 64.1 seconds and reaching an altitude of 3.3 metres. The competition was initially opened in 1980, and over the course of the 33 years that followed, dozens of teams from around the world pushed the limits of existing technology in pursuit of this once-thought-to-be impossible goal."
"Our board member, fierce activist and friend Petite Jasmine got brutually murdered yesterday. Several years ago she lost custody of her children as she was considered to be an unfit parent due to being a sex worker. The children were placed with their father regardless of him being abusive towards Jasmine. They told her she didn’t know what was good for her and that she was “romantisizing” prostitution, they said she lacked insight and didn’t realise sex work was a form of self-harm. He threatened and stalked her on numerous occations, she was never offered any protection. She fought the system through four trials and had finally started seeing her children again. Yesterday the father of her children killed her. She always said “Even if I can’t get my kids back I will make sure this never happens to any other sex worker”. We will continue her fight. Justice for Jasmine!"
[photo: spray paint on concrete ground reads, “compañer@, i know that you are hurting but you are still alive, you will survive and together we will dismantle the systems that broke our hearts.” text is accompanied by a broken heart from which a fist rises. text in the heart reads, “racism, poverty, rape, war, homophobia, sexism, borders, STDs.”]
I wish we could all talk about how femme can be tough without demanding it. I wish frailty and weakness weren’t considered bad things. I wish we could talk about our strengths without being so damn ableist all the time.
This is so me today. Words not working. Blergle fuck.
Yeah this gets worse if I’m tired or, oddly, really really energetic. I just tend to… skip some points when talking because I assume the communication is doing fine without my help. Spoiler alert: I am wrong. If anything ever needs clarifying, ask and I will focus and try to express myself better.
the bajau laut are some of the world’s last true sea normads, living as they have for centuries almost entirely in the waters of the coral triangle (“the amazon of the seas”) on long boats known as lepa lepa.
hunters of fish, pearls and sea cucumbers, the bajau people free dive to depths of 20 meters, hold their breath for up to three minutes, and spend up to 60% of their time in the water submerged - the equivalent of a sea otter. it is a common practice amongst bajau people to intentionally burst their ear drums at an early age to deal with the problem of equalizing.
as photographer james morgan explains, “traditional bajau cosmology - a syncretism of animism and islam - reveals a complex relationship with the ocean, which for them is a multifarious and living entity. there are spirits in currents and tides, in coral reefs and mangroves.” the bajau people, for example, will not spit in the ocean.
in the last few decades, dwindling fish stocks and government efforts have forced many to settle permanently on land and abandon a life of self sufficiency known as cari laut, or ‘searching the ocean’. a dwindling few, however, still choose to live the majority of their lives at sea