Diary of a Lost Girl (Tagebuch einer Verlorenen), 1929 (dir. Georg Wilhelm Pabst)
By CrazyS
multi-everything.
Last night, while talking to each other via the glow of our laptop screens some thousand miles apart my boyfriend of nearly three years and I decided we would get married. He did not propose to me, nor did I propose to him. There was no bended-knee and there was no expensive jewelry (the knee and something tasteful will come later.) Instead, we went into this engagement the same way we’ve done everything in our relationship: we talked about it and made the decision together as equal partners. That we made this decision over our computer’s instant messengers is even more our M.O. since we live two time zones apart and are both very technologically inclined. It was a quiet, simple moment. We made a decision and the future began to form around it.
It’s going to be a future of challenges: he is black and I am white. We are going to be a mixed-race family. Already there is a knot at the center of my stomach when I think of things. I haven’t even told my parents about things—indeed they haven’t even met D. and I am nervous for when they do. That nervousness, that understanding that we are going to have to deal with disapproval because of the chromatic differences between his skin and mine, is so frustrating and has made us both wonder what the future holds. Especially for our children.
Today I ran across The Mixed Race Project. It’s a project of photographs of multi-cultural families. I am very excited about this and though there are only four families documented thus far I find a great deal of comfort in it. I’m enjoying the beauty of these moments. When the black/white family wrote that they explain the color difference in terms of chocolate and that their children see all chocolate as good chocolate I felt a swell of hope. Yes, all chocolate is good chocolate.
Sasha Bezzubov for TIME
Photographer Sasha Bezzubov examines the crowds and faces of Occupy Wall Street. See more here.
I love the use of blue filters to create a specific-mood in this scene (and in the film on the whole.) One of my favorites.
Equilibrium, 2002 (dir. Kurt Wimmer)
By SunnydaZe
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
When I am in a bad mood there isn’t any one thing that makes me feel better. Often times the thing that restores me is going to be based on what made me feel bad to begin with. Some constant pick-me-ups, though, are hearing my boyfriend’s voice, my cat Henry, and fuzzy slippers. Mac-n-cheese helps, too.
