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Afropunk Hair Portraits by Artist Awol Erizku for Vogue USA 

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thx courtney 

thx courtney 

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Gentrifiers focus on aesthetics, not people. Because people, to them, are aesthetics.

Proponents of gentrification will vouch for its benevolence by noting it “cleaned up the neighbourhood”. This is often code for a literal white-washing. The problems that existed in the neighbourhood - poverty, lack of opportunity, struggling populations denied city services - did not go away. They were simply priced out to a new location.

That new location is often an impoverished suburb, which lacks the glamour to make it the object of future renewal efforts. There is no history to attract preservationists because there is nothing in poor suburbs viewed as worth preserving, including the futures of the people forced to live in them. This is blight without beauty, ruin without romance: payday loan stores, dollar stores, unassuming homes and unpaid bills. In the suburbs, poverty looks banal and is overlooked.

In cities, gentrifiers have the political clout - and accompanying racial privilege - to reallocate resources and repair infrastructure. The neighbourhood is “cleaned up” through the removal of its residents. Gentrifiers can then bask in “urban life” - the storied history, the selective nostalgia, the carefully sprinkled grit - while avoiding responsibility to those they displaced.

- Sarah Kendzior - The peril of hipster economics (x)

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gulfs:

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Barbara Kruger1989

gulfs:

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Barbara Kruger
1989

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Eve by Anthony Christian

Eve by Anthony Christian

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pixography:

René Magritte ~ “The Portrait”, 1935

pixography:

René Magritte ~ “The Portrait”, 1935

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Sprawled out on the floor half naked and sweating 

I turn to my friend and say:

I am sorry for crying on your couch 

I walk into the back yard, take a leaf, and put it in my mouth 

It tastes like months of hysteria 

I run my tongue across the leaf like it is your neck 

You laugh at me because I named your flavor:

Ground cinnamon and ice water

I walk back to the porch

A piece of rare steak has been lying on the deck for too long 

Slightly salted and greying - its motivation has ended and nobody dares cook it 

I take a pepper grinder and twist until the flakes dance down and land on the grey meat 

I place it on a stepping stool and watch it until I fall asleep 

Is this your love for me? A carcass that used to breathe? 

I wake up 

There is a stain on the stepping stool 

I accidentally swallowed the leaf.

(thanks for reading. I have not written poetry much since the break up of 2012.) 

fotojournalismus:

A Palestinian man looks at a neighbouring house which was damaged in an Israeli air strike that killed two children, in the northern Gaza Strip on July 24, 2014. (Suhaib Salem/Reuters)

fotojournalismus:

A Palestinian man looks at a neighbouring house which was damaged in an Israeli air strike that killed two children, in the northern Gaza Strip on July 24, 2014. (Suhaib Salem/Reuters)

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