Anthology (Jacolby Satterwhite),2011
i’m fb friends w my undergrad thesis advisor; he recently got tenure and ever since he has posted statuses with amusing/embarassing student anecdotes/paper quotes and things like this, a+ professor online presence
October 1988: At photographer Peter Lindbergh’s request, Julien d’Ys crops her long brown hair supershort, a “bowl with sideburns,” as she will later describe it. “I thought I was finished when they cut my hair,” she will later recall. But the daring do, only adds more fuel to her career: “Within two months I made the grand slam: covers of American Vogue, Italian Vogue, British Vogue, and French Vogue.” Women everywhere ask their hairdressers for the Linda; a British wigmaker even dubs one the Evangelista. “Sure, I like my short hair. It also quadrupled my rate. I did get sick of seeing it on everybody, though—every stewardess, every salesclerk, and in every restaurant,” - Linda Evangelista
My favorite Linda cover
Linda Evangelista is the supermodel who said “We don’t wake up for less than $10,000 a day”
just watched the season 9 trailer for keeping up with the kardashians and the clip of kanye proposing to kim got me all choked up
the worse i feel the more i wanna write about it.
emotional garbage hoarding archive feels.
trisha low on her new book the compleat purge at bookslut. trisha and i had a class together a few years ago, but i didn’t really get to know her, because i was busy having that major depressive episode. however, i do remember telling people that i was impressed by this girl who regularly wore see-through tops to class. “she takes it even farther than i do!” excellent taste in bras. (via karaj)
not ashamed that i felt faint with delight when i saw this. i watched kara in that class (and beyond that class!) just like how that 1D3D fangirl watched me watch her while I applied lipstick in my mirror, which is to say with deep admiration; complicated, jealous worship and an inability to shatter the fourth wall - until now, i guess.
sometimes purge feels like a shadow, which is also how my tumblr couldn’t really be operative when i was writing (stalking as sisterhood? what is the threshold for creepiness on this anyway?). thinking about the ritual matricide of feminism and how the level, reflective planes here in tumblr can turn hero worship metabolic rather than into a straight massacre. i hate being grateful but i am grateful for this. also for mesh tops, and definitely for lingerie.
<3. i’m in love with your phrase “techno-aesthetic melodrama” and description of the temporality and possibilities of tumblr. mesh tops + lingerie + creepiness forever.