a thirsty bitch

we are so blessed to have caidy, sharing videos of adèle with us, and she knows. ❤️

- Céline Sciamma, writer-director of Portrait of a Lady on Fire, in Cineaste, Winter 2019

He’s concerned that one actor isn’t seeing enough appreciation: Yeri Han, who plays Monica, the anxious wife of Steven Yeun’s idealistic Jacob. “In the editing room, she was the one who we were always centering our emotional story around,” Chung said of Han. “It’s her face, it’s her looks, and the way she picks at a bedspread because she’s upset. These little, subtle things that we knew: ‘This is making the film what it is.’” He paused. “And unfortunately, it’s invisible.” In Minari, Han navigates tricky, emotionally nuanced territory without the sort of melodrama or outsize performances that Hollywood tends to reward. “There are no loud speeches or anything,” Chung told me. “It’s just her being.” That’s the work that all actors do: the very act of being, which can range from emphatic to muted, animated to lethargic, impassioned to impassive. Asian performers are certainly versatile enough to capture that range—and yet tropes such as the “inscrutable Asian” have caused some casting directors to think of Asians as “not very expressive.” The pervasiveness of such casually racist myths—the inscrutable Asian, the perpetual foreigner, the racialized horde—is foundational to the invisibility of Asian actors during the Hollywood awards season. Given this backdrop, it’s little wonder when a quiet performance like Han’s is overlooked. — Shirley Li: ‘Minari’ and the Invisible Stars of Asian-Led Movies

Phillipe Cunningham Elected city councillor for ward 4 Minneapolis and previous special education teacher, Cunningham holds a masters degrees in Organizational Leadership & Civic Engagement and in Police Administration and is passionate about tacking inequalities in his community. 

Part I (includes project concept)

I was assigned a virtual class of first graders to observe and I'm obsessed with how they frame themselves in their zoom squares.

Selected works from gay photographer James Bidgood as featured in his Taschen Postcard Book, 1999

Dinotopia is a fictional utopia created by author and illustrator James Gurney. It is the setting for the book series with which it shares its name. Dinotopia is an isolated island inhabited by shipwrecked humans and sentient dinosaurus who have learned to coexist peacefully as a single symbiotic society. The first book has “appeared in 18 languages in more than 30 countries and sold two million copies.”Dinotopia: A Land Apart from Time and Dinotopia: The World Beneath both won Hugo awards for best original artwork.

I feel like there is so much to learn from the way Gurney does his work - his blog is here http://gurneyjourney.blogspot.com 

for a handy print book, Color and Light: A Guide for the Realist Painter has been recommended to me by several pro illustrators whose work relies on realist picturing with convincing deep space

100 year old Galapagos tortoise with a few weeks old Galapagos baby posing for a new family photo, and its own baby photo from 100 years ago.

This isn’t even the most like birds a plant can look! This green birdbush grows in Australia and appears to make hummingbirds except, wait, there’s no hummingbirds in Australia. So what is this plant doing.

~ Charlotte Shane

STEVEN YEUN Diana Markosian × GQ › 2021

We didn’t have a word for our, as you guys call, gay/lesbian people. So we coined that word as an umbrella for all our tribes. We never said, “Well, you’re transgender. You’re bisexual. You’re lesbian.” We never knew those terms. Those are all from Western culture, you know, LGBTQ and all that. So on some level, it’s about getting rid of labels. Those terms were forced upon us.

[I was 32 when I tested positive and I made the decision to never have sex or intimacy again. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and my life was a mess. My health was good then. I think my decision was premature. I was frightened about the possibilities. I gave up on living. I had a really strong feeling that I was a poisoned person. I didn’t have sex with anyone for four years. I was into the death part of HIV. I thought I was a dead person, just waiting to die. It was very sacred for me to learn that I wasn’t a poison person. I couldn’t have learned that without sex. Before I was embracing death, I had given up. I had given up on any kind of intimacy with anyone. I was so alone. I was 36 when I met Bonnie and I was totally smitten. My relationship with her changed my attitude about who I am and particularly who I am with this disease. On a day-to-day level I’ve realized that I’m not just a person waiting to die. I can live my life. It has been very life-affirming. Now, I don’t feel so frightened, I’m more comfortable. I don’t even think I was afraid of giving the disease to someone else. I felt that if I approached someone they would react in such a way that I would feel totally rejected. I didn’t want to take that chance. I’ve had a hard time with this disease in the lesbian community. I haven’t always been received graciously. It’s nice to meet people who can see beyond my HIV status. When we first started having sex I was self-conscious. At first I was rigid, no you can’t do this to me, you can’t do that to me. And they were all things I really loved. I wanted to have that flowing sex with someone who didn’t have any boundaries. Bonnie really broke down a lot of my rigidity. We have changed a lot about what we think is safe sex and what isn’t. In the passion of our new relationship we did a lot of things we don’t do now. Truthfully, I don’t love safe sex. I would like sex to be more spontaneous, without any planning, but it can’t always be that way. This is the 1990’s and there is this new disease and a lot of old diseases too. I think lesbians tend to be cavalier about AIDS- we don’t think we can get it. Sacredness, when I was younger, meant the grass, the trees, the lakes. Now that I am in my thirties I think what is really sacred is to be able to be comfortable in a hostile world, to feel like there is something that makes you able to live in the day-to-day world. Something that gives you a cushion. That is what is sacred.]

Happy International Women’s Day.

dir. Céline Sciamma