Ernest Hemingway with his son Gregory, Sun Valley, Idaho, 1941
Red Warriors antifascist street gang, Paris, 1980’s.
Brassaï. Foudre sur l’Observatoire, c. 1934
Figure of eight bandage of both eyes, from Edward M. Foote’s A text-book of minor surgery, 1909
I absolutely love this. The adorably proud mother and the consistency of the two photographs despite the lapse in time that has obviously occurred. I like that his style remains mostly the same, instead of “growing up” and becoming a “an adult”. Fuck that, just dress how you fucking want. I’m tired of people referring to anything slightly less that socially acceptable as a “phase”. People always ask me, “So when you’re older what will you dress like? I mean, come on, we know you wont always have blue hair, or have dreadlocks, and you probably won’t dress like this.” You know what? I probably will look exactly the same. I won’t feel any pressure from society to dress like an “adult” when I’m older. My dreadlocks, my hair color, the music I listen to, the way I dress, those are all choices of mine. All of those choices make me happy, and they will continue to make me happy in the future. I want to be happy, so I’m going to look how I want, despite whatever age I am.
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Wow, I made this post a while ago and it’s still getting reblogs. This makes me happy :3
So I found this picture recently lying around my room. It’s old, from 2006, when I was just 12 years old and the only camera I owned was disposable. This was taken at the Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone National Park while I was in Wyoming for a two week school trip during the summer of ‘06. Honestly the most beautiful place I have ever been in my 17 years of living.