when i was at a flea market i found the photo portfolio of a middle or high school student from sometime in the 20th century. this is probably my favorite photo from the collection, i just love the movement in it. the girl who took these also mainly received bâs on her assignment so iâm just thrilled have them hanging in my home
Omg crazy you got to see the grades they got lmao ⌠kind of like how itâs special to have artwork from someone you know, like knowing bits and pieces at least about who they are, itâs pretty special to have work from someone you just know nothing about. Like only context being a letter grade in this case is just an interesting perspective as a viewer idk I love the flea
Went to an antique market and picked up a random assortment of old photos. Something about it is just so beautiful to me. Someone years ago really wanted a photo of this moment or they were messing around with a camera and caught it and maybe they are gone now or these photos got lost or given away but I can hold this moment for them. It just gives me that, wow humanity, feeling. Anyway this scuba diver, Iâm obsessed with them, and this photo, and the composition, and the fishies. Iâm using it as a bookmark.
i forget when exactly these are from but if i had to guess iâd say age 10 or 11. i remember thinking these were soooo good. the first one is giving babyâs first dutch golden age like okay johannes vermeer.
my sister just had a baby and i am considering the type of aunt?/guncle ? (the designation becomes tricky w gender lol) i may be. but ultimately the archetype of âcool auntââmysterious, distant-yet-warm, uninvolved in family dramas, arrives at family gatherings wearing strange, somehow stylish clothes, bearing copious gifts and floating on an air of urban lifeâresonates most soundly with me this has also led me to reflect on how my momâs sister played such a key role in my  youth by revealing to me a foundational truth that this is not all that there is! âtwas a very hopeful message to me, a miserable child/teen unsuited to christian suburban life, forced to procure my wardrobe primarily from the womenâs section at the department store because that is what my mother deemed reasonable (and kohlâs cash) some of the notable moments my aunt bestowed upon my adolescence include: ⢠taking me to see moonrise kingdom at the indie art deco theater in a nearby mountain townÂ
⢠driving me to philly for shows at tla even though she had no idea who the artists were and would stand in the back; also paying for all my meals and whims on our south street jaunts
⢠curating a collection of signed books from author visits at her local library, which sheâd always drop off nonchalantly as gifts (charles santore picture books, lemony snicket !)Â
⢠signing me up for 5ks and carting me along to her races
⢠explaining to me what a âlesbianâ is and taking me to meet said lesbians in a dimly lit new york restaurant where i tried alligator sausage and felt so urbaneÂ
⢠general trips to ny for broadway shows and museums Â
⢠introducing me to rummikub
⢠letting me roam free at community music festivals from late afternoon til dusk, where iâd encounter children from different counties, get in harmless trouble and infuse my life with the intrigue of those unknown to me but in those brief momentsÂ