Elvis Presley, the American singer turned soldier, poses beside sign at Friedberg, West Germany, October 2, 1958. Elvis has been assigned to the Third Armored Division.
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She was soooo perfect when she was young.
Twiggy found me these poor little babies that had tragically died after being locked in an electrical box. Their bones where too fragile to save but I managed to save their skulls. I’ve cleaned them up as much as I could but they’re so delicate! 💕 #osteology #oddities #skulls #birdskulls
a pair of lungs got filled with air and it was awesome
Reservoir Dogs, 1992
What is love?
Apparently only for white people.
Dude, you do realize this ad is Italian right? Those people are Italian, because it’s an Italian ad. Italian people are typically white. This ad is suppose to be about acceptance in THEIR country, why would they have models that don’t look like they’re from their country?
I’m gettin’ real tired of tumblr’s attitude. I’m probably going to get a lot of hate for this, but here we go.
Not everywhere is as mixed as North America. You go to places like Japan and it would be really weird to see a white person in their ad, it’s no different for places like Italy and Germany where people are mostly white. In North American we seem to have a decently even mix in a lot of areas so it’s a little off-putting when there’s only a certain race -generally all white people- depicted, where it’s completely normal and would appear really strange otherwise for other countries. Like you wouldn’t go to China and demand they show white people in their ads there, so why would you do the same for a country that has very few PoC compared to it’s population?
As the person above me said, why would they have models that don’t look like they’re from their country in their ads?
Seriously, I am Italian, and FUCK YOU. Our country has huge problems with homophobia, there isn’t even one single law to protect homosexuals. Most European countries have legalized marriage and adoption (or at least talked about it), but not Italy. The Catholic community does everything they can to block the law against homophobia. Last month, a 14 years-old killed himself because he was gay. You have no idea how much that kind of thing matters in Italy, all you can fucking do is whine about Tumblr about the fact that they are all white. Yes, in Italy the majority of the population is indeed white. Not the rest of the world is like fucking North America. So before you come whining about it on Tumblr, get your facts right.
I love it when reality slaps the fuck out of Tumblr.
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Reality bitch-slapping whiny fuckers on tumblr brings me such joy. And props to my countryman up there layin down the facts.
I’m from North America and I’m ashamed of how annoying my country is
i’m sorry do you want like three million posters with every single race and gender combination possible on them simply for inclusion???
Such a wonderful and perfect few days :)
Holland, though more specifically Amsterdam, is a beautiful place flourishing with culture and inspiring seemingly even to those only hoping only for marijuana or women. However, my short time there this past week has proven nothing short of enlightening. For my girlfriend’s twenty-first birthday I took us away to Amsterdam for three days in the scorching sun. Our goal being primarily to shop and sample some of the vegan chain food on offer over there, alongside the obligatory smoke and, unlike our previous visit, a taste of the magic truffles.
Of course Amsterdam is as enchanting a place as it ever was; even in spite of the extensive road works scoring down the centre of Damrak. One particularly moving moment involved my girlfriend and I sitting in Maoz enjoying a falafel wrap and chips looking out at Damrak and realising the group of previously quite loud young black guys behind us were sitting, having finished their food, and seemingly enjoying the serene view and scent (the air appears to smell clearer there). Though I shall not bog down this post with odd situational enjoyment – the bulk of the decision to even write a short accompaniment to our trip was the bliss experienced after consuming the magic truffles in our hotel room. Again I shan’t weigh down the post with specifics like: the type of truffle or the amount taken as I would not wish for this post to serve as a review or recommendation, I see this as an account of a personally enlightening experience and it would be prudent to keep this to an explanation and description of our experience.
To begin with for the first few minutes when I sat expectantly waiting for something psychedelic to happen I became overwhelmed with a sense of trepidation regarding the ensuing trip. Lying in bed resting my arm over my head around 35 minutes after consumption I began to feel an unpleasant sensation – like going white from smoking too much weed, but reminded myself that a positive attitude would help to cull any undesirable effects. A short time later my vision altered. No wild colours or transdimentional-kaleidoscope visions but things were more vivid and matched in the sense that it felt as though someone was sat in my head attentively colour correcting every split second image my eyes communicated to my brain. Having had a hugely visual (and markedly negative) experience with 2C-T-7, this fine-tuned indie-arts film-esque visual was a pleasant thing. After a few more minutes of my perspective and depth perception shifting my past photographic mind leaped into action feeling that I must capture everything I see, embarking on a seemingly impossible mission to document the room exactly as my racing mind viewed it. My thoughts shot from the pharmacological processes occurring within me, the 5H-T serotonin agonist effect of the psilocin bringing the euphoric feeling, reviewing checklists of symptoms and noting and remembering that dopamine receptors are unaffected. The speedy mental process was enjoyable. The tremendously artsy way I was now seeing our expensive hotel room (which I later decided was so fantastically styled that if I ever reached a position of financial stability I would model my home on that one room) was fantastic. My recently acquired Samsung Galaxy S5 in hand I began shooting images of my girlfriend who too was frolicking around the room entranced by the neurological fireworks. With virtually no direction she appeared in positions composed and framed with light and the room’s immaculate styling. Every image appeared more packed with symbolic meaning than the last. This went on for an hour or two. Following this my girlfriend began doodling on the guest stationary and I became worried that I was occupying too much space in the room and confining her to a corner. At one point, notably less high, we ventured downstairs into the Amsterdam night time for me to have a cigarette. Upon which time we were approached by a bald, homeless looking black man who sang, “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” as he shook our hands and asked us if we were going to party and if we needed anything he could get it for us. When we told him we didn’t (also realising the truffles were still in effect making distant lights profoundly bokeh-like) he told us that Friday (tomorrow) was the best time to party and that he had stuff for couples. We politely declined and retreated back to the safety of the hotel’s spectacularly grandiose reception and bar area. The rest of the night involved looking at the pictures I’d taken and not being able to sleep no matter how hard we tried. All in all an exuberantly pleasant experience which rekindled my taste for photography. So, please, enjoy the images here which in our opinion document the evening perfectly.
After @xnozhx swept me away to Amsterdam for a wonderful few days to celebrate my birthday, we’re now back in gloomy rainy England but he’s fallen asleep while cuddling Max who has snuggled into him too :’D