Not to bring up old stuff- but Thomas Neff is a photographer and professor of art at Louisiana State University. Hell and High Water stemmed from his personal experiences and relationships with nearly 200 people in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf South.
above: image of Antoinette K-Doe returning to the famed Mother-in-Law Lounge after Katrina, 2005.
Mother-in-Law!
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Earlier today-I was sitting next to this woman, who was clearly like this super glam 50 year old mom-in from out of town-visiting her son. And her husband and son were sitting there as well-having a conversation. As they were chatting away, I could see her staring at photos she had taken of herself on her Iphone.
As we all know, I’m like such a YENTA, so I couldn’t help but be nosy and peak over at her photos, and I knew she had taken them earlier that day (she was wearing the same outfit-orange tank top, white pants, gold jewelry, beautiful bronze tan).
Specifically, the photos were of her in various poses, wearing her orange tank, and there were also several photos of her wearing various fedoras. And how many moms do you know that are like 50 (and pretty) and take photos of themselves on their Iphones in various fedoras and then stare at them at Starbucks?
Personally, I don’t know many moms like that, so I couldn’t help but G.O.L. (“giggle out loud” [that’s a callback to hello giggles always just so you guys know that]), and that is so the type of mom I aspire to be! And I think she noticed me G.O.L.’ing so she turned to me and was like, “wanna see a photo of my husband??!”
Of course, I was like ‘sure!’ And she proceeded to show me a photo of her husband-sitting in his bathing suit by their hotel pool-and while she was showing me-he got super embarrassed and got up and left. She just started G.O.L’ing uncontrollably and was like, “he’s shy, but he’s all mine!”
At that moment, I really fell so deeply in love with this woman and her gorgeous tan and energy. And then it made me feel good that there are so many other special, hilarious human beings who frequent Starbucks as much as I do.
If I had been there, my version of Ed’s story would be like, “So I’m sitting there, trying to work and get my fucking career on because no one on this earth is going to take care of me but ME, and this tacky, narcissistic fake-and-bake cougar was staring at photos of herself on her iPhone. In that moment, I could truly feel the remaining parts of my soul evaporate into the poorly circulated air of that coffee warehouse.
As she looked up from her phone and saw me, fully mentally vomiting on to my keyboard, she must have misinterpreted my disdain for some sort of interest in her life. Because that’s what people who lack self-awareness do, you know.
Unsurprisingly (or should say, “typically”) this woman had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to look at photos of her husband, who was clearly as disgusted with her as I was.
She then imposed upon me for several minutes by forcing me to look at photos of her husband pool-side at whatever over-priced, tourist hellhole they were calling home for the week.
I have never pitied someone so much in my life.”
And that’s why I need Ed. Because he’s a much, much better person than I am.
This glass is half empty.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m44zswAKjv1qzxaxso1_500.jpg)
Earlier today-I was sitting next to this woman, who was clearly like this super glam 50 year old mom-in from out of town-visiting her son. And her husband and son were sitting there as well-having a conversation. As they were chatting away, I could see her staring at photos she had taken of herself on her Iphone.
As we all know, I’m like such a YENTA, so I couldn’t help but be nosy and peak over at her photos, and I knew she had taken them earlier that day (she was wearing the same outfit-orange tank top, white pants, gold jewelry, beautiful bronze tan).
Specifically, the photos were of her in various poses, wearing her orange tank, and there were also several photos of her wearing various fedoras. And how many moms do you know that are like 50 (and pretty) and take photos of themselves on their Iphones in various fedoras and then stare at them at Starbucks?
Personally, I don’t know many moms like that, so I couldn’t help but G.O.L. (“giggle out loud” [that’s a callback to hello giggles always just so you guys know that]), and that is so the type of mom I aspire to be! And I think she noticed me G.O.L.’ing so she turned to me and was like, “wanna see a photo of my husband??!”
Of course, I was like ‘sure!’ And she proceeded to show me a photo of her husband-sitting in his bathing suit by their hotel pool-and while she was showing me-he got super embarrassed and got up and left. She just started G.O.L’ing uncontrollably and was like, “he’s shy, but he’s all mine!”
At that moment, I really fell so deeply in love with this woman and her gorgeous tan and energy. And then it made me feel good that there are so many other special, hilarious human beings who frequent Starbucks as much as I do.
If I had been there, my version of Ed’s story would be like, “So I’m sitting there, trying to work and get my fucking career on because no one on this earth is going to take care of me but ME, and this tacky, narcissistic fake-and-bake cougar was staring at photos of herself on her iPhone. In that moment, I could truly feel the remaining parts of my soul evaporate into the poorly circulated air of that coffee warehouse.
As she looked up from her phone and saw me, fully mentally vomiting on to my keyboard, she must have misinterpreted my disdain for some sort of interest in her life. Because that’s what people who lack self-awareness do, you know.
Unsurprisingly (or should say, “typically”) this woman had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to look at photos of her husband, who was clearly as disgusted with her as I was.
She then imposed upon me for several minutes by forcing me to look at photos of her husband pool-side at whatever over-priced, tourist hellhole they were calling home for the week.
I have never pitied someone so much in my life.”
And that’s why I need Ed. Because he’s a much, much better person than I am.
This glass is half empty.
Was ist denn da mal wieder los. Auf einmal wird schon fast gleichzeitig auf H&M herumgehackt.
Zuerst habe ich auf Google+ einen Beitrag im Stream gehabt, der zu diesem Blogpost führt, wo sich die Mina über die neue Bademoden-Werbung aufregt.
Der Post an sich ist irgendwie gefühlt in…
The takeaway message? Volatility.
Before; after. Or is it the other way around. Srsly, is there any point at all to these exercises?
Hahahaha. Ridic.
Tokyo-based artist Ken Matsubara is a believer in cellular memory and the collective unconscious- crafting many ethereal and multifaceted works. He uses antique boxes, mirrors, videos and photographs to explore the concept of memory, both privately held and shared.
His exhibition opened at the Jonathan Ferrara Gallery on April 15th and runs through May 29th.
above: The Sleeping Water - Mekong Delta. 2012. movie, mixed media.
