Jessica Lange as Joan Crawford and Susan Sarandon as Bette Davis.

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Jessica Lange as Joan Crawford and Susan Sarandon as Bette Davis.

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Jessica Lange as Joan Crawford and Susan Sarandon as Bette Davis on the cover of Entertainment Weekly.
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In Suzanne Moxhay’s recent work she has been exploring concepts of spatial containment in montages built from fragments of photographed and painted interiors. Architectures are disrupted by anomalous elements – contradictory light sources, faulty perspective, paradoxes of scale. Light casts shadows in the wrong direction, walls fail to meet in corners, an area of the image can be seen either as an enclosing wall or dark overcast sky.
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If you’re scared, just be scarier than whatever is scaring you.
My only regret is that I didn’t tell enough people to fuck off.
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I can hear her laugh through that picture ❤️

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Me: I want to travel.
Bank account: bitch, where?
I literally don’t give any fucks. Like, I hate fucks. They’re the worst.

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it is so upsetting listening to so many males talk about all of the times they have gone on road trips alone and slept in their cars alone or on the side of the road, or travelled overseas alone and slept on the floor of strangers homes or in parks or at hostels, and they appear to have such freedom in that they are able to be alone in ways that females, unfortunately, cannot. and there is an ignorance surrounding this in that these boys never seem to comprehend just how fortunate they are that strange people and unfamiliar places and the dark of night are not their enemies but rather exciting, promising things.
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I think about this often. It makes me sad.