i love you, jenny

  
jenny holzer is one of my favorite conceptual artists. she stays using text as art. her work appears mostly in public spaces and LED signs have become her most recognizable medium. her truisms are dope (kinda like shortly stated aphorisms). over the summer i was able to see some of her work projected onto the ICA in boston. i also coped a pair of jenny holzer inspired kicks when whitney museum teamed up with keds for their artist series! jenny stays delivering.

dummy

karl lagerfeld comes out wit some curious short videos for chanel sometimes. mannequins and models, really karl?  it's just been done. ya"ll see the twilight zone mannequin episode? that shit is amaaaaaaaaaaaazing. it's called "after hours". peep it.

 i do like the wigs and the orange fingerless glove joints are fire, but it's sorta played out. evidence for this includes the trailer for the 80's classic, MANNEQUIN starring a young kim cattrall.

hi, hater

i love v magazine. it's a favorite. i look forward to its release every few months and straight stalk 'out of town news' in harvard square looking for it. i do not like nicki minaj. i do not like nicki minaj on the cover of v magazine.

young money entertainment is wack. i am a HATER. 1. ya'll got annoying ass voices... weezy, drake, nicky.  2. yous may be major (cus you get maaaad radio play and that's cool. uhh, SIKE!) 3.ya shit is garbage.

yours truly,
goody

timeless

china machado (pronounced CHEE-na) is a legendary model and muse of fashion photographer richard avedon. born to a portuguese father and chinese mother, china was the first non-white model to ever appear in a major american publication. she worked closely with hubert de givenchy and cristobal balenciaga. she would later become the editor of harper's bazaar and work as a television producer and film costumer. china is a beauty. i love her. and she's still killin it. peep her below in 2010 wearing alexander mcqueen. she is the finest grandmama, ever.

birds of a feather, LOCK together

i want feather hair extensions. they are FIRE. a spot in new york uses real feathers and it costs maybe 50 bucks to get them set (and they can be washed and blow dried!!). i may needa hit it up. anyway, i've created a pair of my own using an old necklace that i'm gonna freak wit, for now.

family tree

  humpty hump from digital underground ....                        

 is the illegtimate son of bootsy collins

the stepson of george clinton

and cousin of morris day

and that digital underground appeared in the 90's smash hit "nothing but trouble" alongside chevy chase and dan akroyd. I SEE YOU PAC.

assata shakur

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assata shakur, a member of the black panther party, political and social activist was imprisoned in the 1970s for some trumped up, bogus charges. she somehow escaped from prison (!!!!!) and fled to cuba; she has lived in exile there as an ex political prisoner and refugee since the early 80's.

lemme just say, while random, but related,

it's about fucking time we had some congressional hearings on COINTELPRO.

if you aint familiar, COINTELPRO was an FBI program that functioned to repress political dissidence in the US beginning in the mid 1950's into the early 70's.

some shadyass motherfuckers.

COINTELPRO initiatives in many ways were responsible for assata's arrests and those of countless other politically engaged peoples including other members of the BPP as well as those involved in efforts of the American Indian Movement. 

and while COINTELPRO may have been officially terminated in 1971, we all know some shady ass shit is still going on today.

so fuck that noise.

i love you, assata

for continuing to speak out against social injustice.

i believe in living.


By Assata Shakur


i believe in living.

i believe in the spectrum

of Beta days and Gamma people.

i believe in sunshine.

In windmills and waterfalls,

tricycles and rocking chairs;

And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts.

And sprouts grow into trees.

i believe in the magic of the hands.

And in the wisdom of the eyes.

i believe in rain and tears.

And in the blood of infinity.



i believe in life.

And i have seen the death parade

march through the torso of the earth,

sculpting mud bodies in its path

i have seen the destruction of the daylight

and seen bloodthirsty maggots

prayed to and saluted



i have seen the kind become the blind

and the blind become the bind

in one easy lesson.

i have walked on cut grass.

i have eaten crow and blunder bread

and breathed the stench of indifference



i have been locked by the lawless.

Handcuffed by the haters.

Gagged by the greedy.

And, if i know anything at all,

it's that a wall is just a wall

and nothing more at all.

It can be broken down.



i believe in living

i believe in birth.

i believe in the sweat of love

and in the fire of truth.


And i believe that a lost ship,

steered by tired, seasick sailors,

can still be guided home to port.