a place for things.
"For the longest time, I was so focused on being deaf in my left ear, that I almost forgot my other ear was perfectly fine."
For, I have seen the devil, by day and by night, and have seen him in you and in me: in the eyes of the cop and the sheriff and the deputy, the landlord, the housewife, the football player: in the eyes of some governors, presidents, wardens, in the eyes of some orphans, and in the eyes of my father, and in my mirror. It is that moment when no other human being is real for you, nor are you real for yourself. The devil has no need of any dogma—though he can use them all—nor does he need any historical justification, history being so largely his invention. He does not levitate beds, or fool around with little girls: we do.
The mindless and hysterical banality of evil presented in The Exorcist is the most terrifying thing about the film. The Americans should certainly know more about evil than that; if they pretend otherwise, they are lying, and any black man, and not only blacks—many, many others, including white children— can call them on this lie, he who has been treated as the devil recognizes the devil when they meet.”
James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work (via vinylisheavy)
Trip to Argentina I took years ago, found these on a long forgotten hard drive. Great trip, more video than stills. Will have to do something with all that footage…
"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?"
"I’d tell them the same thing I’d tell one person. That if you understand failure, you won’t be afraid of it anymore. Failure isn’t diving on your face, or hitting rock bottom. That’s just being human. You only fail when you decide to not try again. So it’s entirely in your control. Once you understand failure, it’s impossible to fail."
Mr Aint Shit responded to me calling his tweet petty by assuming my reading comprehension is sub-par. Let me catch him and Toure on the street.
"We’d been having a sort of tacit conversation about it for a couple years. Then one day, his sister, who already knew, was teasing him about having a crush on a boy at school. And I heard him say: ‘Well, maybe it’s true!’ So I said: ‘Son, we’ve never really talked about this. Are you gay?’ And even though he was 6’4”, he came over to me, curled up in my lap and just sobbed and sobbed. It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life, actually.”
Lorna Simpson New York Artist + Photographer, The Edit Magazine.
To see a work by Lorna Simpson in person is feel chills unlike any other. The first work I saw, I felt like someone had creeped inside my mind and spilled the guts of my insecurities and history. I wrote more about my love of Lorna back in 2012.