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art is a tryst, for in the joy of it maker & beholder meet .
Allow me to introduce a friend of mine. Her name is Lindsey Gerstlauer and she is a visual artist, one of the most refreshing and raw and talented and light-envoking visual artists I have seen. Her photography speaks for itself, but even further by knowing Lindsey I found her photographs even more exceptionally breathtaking because they embody her - warm, kind, and full of a unique, spellbinding light. I asked Lindsey to send me two of her favorite photos and asked her to give me a little piece about how she got into visual artistry...The two photographs below are, "two of my favorite self-portraits. The reason why that is -- I felt instantly connected to them. Dreamygirl is from a memory of when I was a little girl and the b&w image is me at a very natural state, hardly any make-up on, just still and at peace with myself. I love to take photos of anything interesting or beautiful but I take a lot of self-portraits for a few reasons -- It makes me a better photographer. If I take a well-composed photo of myself than I believe I can take a wonderful portrait of someone else too. Self-portraiture also helps with my personal self-esteem and gives me the confidence I need. I feel a strong emotional bond when photographing myself -- for example, I could be having a terrible day and all I would have to do is pick up my camera and transfer all that negative energy into my work and something positive comes out of it instead. I’ve had body issues where I didn’t feel comfortable in my own skin for a while and now, I embrace my femininity and have allowed myself to open up and not be so afraid. I am self-taught but learn so much every day from other artists. I am constantly inspired by other photographers, music, films, quotes, etc. Some of my favorite inspirations are Tim Walker, Rosie Hardy, Akiane Kramarik, Yulia Gorodinski, Sabrina Dacos, Max Wanger, and Dane Shitagi." You can follow Lindsey's blog & witness the magic for yourself here: http://lindseyj0715.wordpress.com/
anticipation with a smile .
The trailer says it all...correction --James Franco as the amazing real life Aron Ralston, says it all. Directed by Danny Boyle of Slumdog Millionaire says an awful lot too. 127 Hours was filmed for a week in the actual location, where Mr. Franco and film crew had to be helicopter chauffeured into every morning, in addition to some necessary canyoneering (bad ass!). The whole movie versus sun light battle commenced and well... I can't be totally sure because I'm biased by my blinding adoration for James and my high respect level for Mr. Boyle... but it would appear that movie rang victorious over sun this time. Cannot wait.
happy premise#3: Even though I feel like I might ignite,I probably won't .
James Franco for Esquire Magazine.
Featured below is a short story he wrote that purely demonstrates his ever so variable artistic talent and why he should marry me.
go ahead, be somebody, babay .
the intoxicatingly beautiful Selita Ebanks as a Phoenix featured in Mr. West's "Runaway" short film. gimmeee those gold finger claws !
for those of you sleeping under a rock...
you don't take a photograph. you ask, quietly, to borrow it .
the mamas & the papas_california dreamin
san francisco.
nimble thimble, write what you mean .
"In the year I turned 15 I felt more unhappy than I had ever imagined anyone could be. My unhappiness was something deep inside me and when i closed my eyes I could even see it. It sat somewhere - maybe in my belly, maybe in my heart, I could not exactly tell - it took the shape of a small black ball, all wrapped up in cobwebs. I would look at it and look at it until I had burned the cobwebs away and then I would see that the ball was no bigger than a thimble, even though it weighed worlds. At that moment, just when I saw its size and felt its weight, I was beyond feeling sorry for myself, which is to say I was beyond tears. I could only just sit and look at myself, feeling like the oldest person who had ever lived and who had not learned a single thing. If I had been asked, I would not have been able to say exactly how it was that I got this way. It must have come on me like mist. First, I was in just a little mist though not so clearly; then I was completely covered up and could not see even my own hand stretched out in front of me. I was always just sitting there with the thimble that weighed worlds fastened deep inside me, the sun beating down on me. Everything I used to care about had turned sour." _ Annie John, Jamaica Kincaid (just simple admiration for beautiful writing)
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