ShadowFolk by Jesse Peper
we went strolling to some place and saw this corner where there are vines all over the place and there was somewhat kind of a hole in the center where you can see the best sky view ever.
my photo on my dash woooow
The work of Robyn Cumming
Robyn Cumming’s aesthetic can be described as Steel Magnolias gone awry, but in the best way possible. Working from the heaps and piles of the stereotypical female imagery we all know and love (or love-to-hate, depending on your own alignments), the Toronto-based artist creates a body of work exploring, exploiting, and evolving the ordinary into something a little more sinister, and far more eccentric. Her own clever bio sums it all up, quipping, “If [Cumming] were an emotion, [she] would be laughing that turns into coughing…and then dry-heave style crying.”
Decomposing iconography of womanhood and the clichés of femininity, she creates disturbing portraits of awkward, stiff figures, gorgeously delicate photographs of middle aged women, complete with mascara tears, and domestic interior landscapes of disturbed sixties suburbia, shag carpet and all.
i will never understand the idea that some guys get in their heads that any single woman they find attractive is automatically up for grabs and open to their advances like
quit being gross at me i don’t want to hear how much you want my friends and i definitely don’t want to give you any of their numbers