Let me play you the song of my people.
Flowers and skies were taken out of over 40 store bought puzzles and combined to form a series of spectacular landscapes by Kent Rogowski. Although puzzle pieces are unique and can only fit into one place within a puzzle they are interchangeable within a brand.
Jigsaw puzzle glitch art?
fucking genius
No one ever cares to ask women. Porn has become engineered for the male gaze. But it doesn’t have to be. In an ideal setting, we would have porn that represented all ethnicities, body types, sexualities and they would not be portrayed as fetish, but simply as casting of peoples. I can’t tell you how uncomfortable it makes me feel that my race is considered ‘fetish’ or subcategory. Yeah, I know that the norm in all media is white folks, but never is it more pronounced and awful than in porn. But the constant question of what will or won’t turn women on is so insulting. And Molly’s assertion, while attempting to say that women don’t need something separate or different in porn portrayals, manages to segregate women even more. And furthermore, reads like someone who doesn’t watch or appreciate porn.
Which is fine, but if no one wants to address the problems with it and only criticizes by putting it at arm’s length, while holding their nose, that ain’t no way to tackle the issue.
![In the late 1880s, the body of a 16-year-old girl was pulled from the Seine. She was apparently a suicide, as her body showed no marks of violence, but her beauty and her enigmatic smile led a Paris pathologist to order a plaster death mask of her face.
In the romantic atmosphere of fin de siècle Europe, the girl’s face became an ideal of feminine beauty. The protagonist of Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1910 novel The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge writes, “The mouleur, whose shop I pass every day, has hung two plaster masks beside his door. [One is] the face of the young drowned woman, which they took a cast of in the morgue, because it was beautiful, because it smiled, because it smiled so deceptively, as if it knew.”
Ironically, in 1958 the anonymous girl’s features were used to model the first-aid mannequin Rescue Annie, on which thousands of students have practiced CPR. Though the girl’s identity remains a mystery, her face, it’s said, has become “the most kissed face of all time.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpkonlVMgO1qge141o1_500.jpg)
In the late 1880s, the body of a 16-year-old girl was pulled from the Seine. She was apparently a suicide, as her body showed no marks of violence, but her beauty and her enigmatic smile led a Paris pathologist to order a plaster death mask of her face.
In the romantic atmosphere of fin de siècle Europe, the girl’s face became an ideal of feminine beauty. The protagonist of Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1910 novel The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge writes, “The mouleur, whose shop I pass every day, has hung two plaster masks beside his door. [One is] the face of the young drowned woman, which they took a cast of in the morgue, because it was beautiful, because it smiled, because it smiled so deceptively, as if it knew.”
Ironically, in 1958 the anonymous girl’s features were used to model the first-aid mannequin Rescue Annie, on which thousands of students have practiced CPR. Though the girl’s identity remains a mystery, her face, it’s said, has become “the most kissed face of all time.”
