— and the flickering politics of objectification vs. reclamation.
Sprinkle in a little action, a little thirst-trapping and a little horror, and you’ve got the perfect film, right? Or at least, the perfect excuse to get friends together for Marvel-related, goth thot outing.
Just by chance, I was able to make my way down to D.C. to be apart of history. Here is what that week-long endeavor was like.
Proceeds will go to Everytown for Gun Safety and Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords’ organization.
As I was tying up loose ends, I stopped by Foyles and felt at home there.
Today, I woke up to an early Christmas gift.
Somewhere between a diner and “dame más gasolina,” we paid £10 to listen to 50 Cent.
Hi, my name is Caroline Colvin and I am filled with so much love.
(or: my journey from fluffs, curls, and knots to skin.)
The man behind the scribbly, warm drawings is illuminated at the Barbican.