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Brazilian illustrator Gabriel Picolo is just over 100 days into an awesome art project called 365-DaysofDoodles. It’s exactly what it sounds like - Picolo is drawing something new in one of his Moleskine sketchbooks every day for a year. However these are some of the finest “doodles” we’ve ever seen.
Each drawing is unique and often inspired by some sort of pop culture source, featuring his own version of characters from anime, tv, movies and fine art.
Click here to view all of the daily doodles that Picolo has created thus far and then be sure to check back to watch him update the project.
[via Design Taxi]
Thanks to auspices
The Boxtrolls - another movie to which I am greatly looking forward
I didn’t know that this was a thing. But I do want to say I love how intricate each piece is, and how much love and work goes into these types of films.
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This is simultaneously cool-looking and absolutely terrifying.
i was like, ohhhh what adorable little - AHHHHHH NO
(Source: psicreepy, via vanityinthethorns)
tweets to american airlines are so beautiful
white girls can’t wear bindis because in sixth grade one time i was dropped off at school by my aunt who was wearing a bindi at the time and some girl’s mom whispered to her friend how she would never let her daughter play with me because my family had probably been happy about 9/11 and then four years later that daughter showed up to school wearing a bindi as part of her “”“boho”“” look
Vintage Selfie 🎨 #VanGogh #Warhol #Frida #Eyck
Juveline in Justice
1. Ethan Allen School, Wales, Wisconsin
2. Giddings State School, Giddings, Texas
3. Racine Juvenile Detention, Racine, Wisconsin
4. Juvenile Detention Center, Houston, Texas.
5. I was at the packing plant for about 16 months. I come here to St. Bridgette’s for help. Father Paul does his best for us. ICE had a big raid, lots of trucks and men with guns and helicopters. They deported most of the people but kept some of us to go to court against the owners. They had a lot of minors working here. All of us were from the same little village in Guatemala. We live in houses that the company owns. I think they let me stay because of my baby. —R.T., age 16 Postville, Iowa.
6. They come in once a day and do a search of my room. Everything I have in there, everything, goes out — including the inside of the mattress and a body search — once a day. It happens any time. Random. I was arrested for assault against a 13-year-old girl. It’s sort of all right, but it also really sucks. You have to listen to officers and do exactly what they tell you to do. I’m the only girl in here, so it’s boring and lonely. I’m here for VOP [violation of probation]. I was at home with an ankle bracelet but ran away to Juárez with my boyfriend and another couple. They got married in Juárez. I got mad at my mother and started throwing chairs and cut my ankle bracelet. I’ve been here four months now. —D.M., age 14 Challenge Program, Juvenile Detention Facility, El Paso, Texas.
7. I hope I get out in March. Mostly depends on my level of achievement. We stuck in here today because one of the guys in our cottage didn’t feel like getting out of bed, so we all stuck here. We have class here today too. I been here awhile but I want to go back to my home in north St. Louis. They let you wear your own clothes here. —B .D., age 16 Soaring Eagles Cottage in Hillsboro Treatment Center, Missouri. B.D. had his hand on his crotch under a sweatshirt. The director, Betty Dodson, said, “Take your hand off your imagination.” He laughed and brought his hand up.
8. Camera monitoring of the isolation room at St. Louis Detention Center, St. Louis, Missouri
9. I was picked up for probation violation. I’m not happy being here … even less happy having to stay here. I just met with some people from the court, CPS, and probation, I think. They told me I “turned the corner.” —B .R., age 14 St. Louis Detention, Missouri. When a juvenile is brought in, a meeting is held with a court officer, Child Protective Services agent, and other authorities to determine if the child will go home into family custody or stay at the detention center — this is known as “turning the corner.” This girl has turned the corner: she has to stay at the facility, and she’s miserable.
10. I’ve been here for a week. I think they call this the observation room. I go to class in the morning and then comes back to my room. I don’t like to read and there is no TV to watch. I sort of sit here, eat here — you know. I was supposed to come home today, but my aunt didn’t come. I can’t live with my mom or dad. I’ve been here three times before. This is the longest. My aunt doesn’t visit … she never sure when the visiting days are. Actually I didn’t tell my aunt that I’m here [she has to be notified]. —G.P., age 14 Southwest Idaho Juvenile Detention Center, Caldwell, Idaho. G.P. is “low functional,” as described by the detention head, who tells me that Child Protective Services is involved as well. G.P. has very slow mannered speech. He has been charged with battery against his aunt. The striped suits, which are standard issue here, have been banned in other states as early as 1904 for being “too dehumanizing.”
Juveline in Justice
1. I got kicked out of school for partying and truancy. I use meth. They have had me here for two weeks. I think they keep me here because they think I am a risk of hurting myself. When they want to come in, they come in, they don’t knock or anything — this is the observation room. There are five other girls here I think for things like running away and curfew violations…lewd and lascivious conduct, selling meth, robbery, weed… stuff like that. —C.T., age 15 Southwest Idaho Juvenile Detention Center, Caldwell, Idaho.
2. I am a transgender female. They have me living in an isolation area for the past seven months I think to protect me against suicide, but also keep me sort of away from the other girls. I live on the street with older friends who are part of “that life.” They’re mostly people who are positive about who I am but also got involved in stuff like burglary, drugs, and prostitution. I don’t mind being separate from the other girls, but I miss the interaction. —A.S., age 17 Hawaii Youth Correctional Facility (HYCF), Kailua, Hawaii.
3. I have two more days here, or less, then I go to an adult facility. I was convicted (with several co-defenders) of killing one of my friends’ mother. I was 16, and it was a series of events — bad peer pressure and alcohol. The oldest of my friends — co-conspirators — was convicted on four counts. He was over 18 at the time so he was convicted as an adult. He has successfully appealed three of the convictions and had them overturned. He’s waiting for the results of the last appeal. I’m the only one out of the four kids involved that received life without parole. I want to apply for clemency but can’t find an attorney that would take it pro bono. I don’t have the money for an appeal. I thought I might get 30 years to life but ended up with life without parole. I was convicted right after Measure 11 passed, from a small town where they wanted to set an example of how to punish juveniles. It appears that the Department of Corrections has become the Department of Punishment. We went to Canada and were at the border in a stolen car after we planned for about four or five hours how to kill the mother. We fled and were stopped at the Canadian side. I was brought back and interrogated by one woman and two male detectives from Oregon. I am not sure if I was Mirandized. There was no one that advocated for me in the room while I was being questioned. I have been here seven years with DOC rather than OYA. I age out of here in two months and hope I go to Salem, where I might have the friendship and protection of Chris Cringle, who is somewhat notorious … look him up. I can either give up or try and do something with my life. I took a lot, so I am trying to give back by having received a paralegal degree through Blackstone. My biological mother and stepdad were a very bad crowd. My stepfather was a scummy street person. I’ve been given two life sentences. — S.P., age 24 MacLaren Youth Correctional Facility, Woodburn, Oregon.
4. I’ve been here a week this time. I’m on court order to stay isolated from the other kids. I was in foster care for about 11 years and now I am adopted. They got me for residential burglary when I was in seventh grade, but since then it has been lots of probation violations — late for school, not appearing for my P.O., stuff like that. Drug Court probably saved my life. My mom is into drugs and my dad was deported to the Philippines. I have three sisters but we are all split up. The only person who visits me is my YMCA drug counselor. Lunch? It was junk. —C.C., age 16 Hale Ho’omalu Juvenile Hall, in downtown Oahu, Hawaii, built in the 1950s, now closed.
6. Juveniles in the Challenge Program sit in their cells at the Juvenile Detention Facility, El Paso, Texas.
7. A female juvenile with scars from cutting herself that read “Fuck Me.” At Jan Evans Juvenile Justice Center, Reno, Nevada.
8. I’ve been here three days. I was charged with running away from a group home. And also larceny and seven more runaway charges. I took my mom’s car and then tried to evade police. So I got an assault. My dad lives with my stepmom — both are heavy drinkers. My dad is a construction worker. My stepmom takes all my dad’s attention. She’s an accountant. My mother gave up custody of me last year. She is schizo, bipolar with psychotic tendencies. She works at a hospital. The eye? I got into a fight with my girlfriend. She punched me so hard I went flying across the room and got a road rash on my shoulder. My eye looks a lot better now. I got hit two weeks ago. My girlfriend is a big track and volleyball player. She hit me because I used to have drug and alcohol problems. I said I would stop drinking, but I came into her house drunk. She lives with our best friend, E. She was living with her family, but they moved away and left her. I hope E’s mother will adopt me or at least be my guardian. Before this incident I got Bs and Cs in school. It is pretty difficult being gay and Christian in a land of homophobes. Actually it’s pretty impossible here. — A.B., age 14 Tulsa County Juvenile Detention Center, Oklahoma.
9. I been here for three years and ten months and haven’t been to trial yet. My mother tried to stab me and kill me when I was asleep so I ran out of the house. I’m here on 12 charges: two armed carjackings, armed robbery, armed burglary, eight burglary, sexual battery, and gang charges. I don’t blame nobody, I just made a mistake. I was 13. —R.F., age 17 Turner Guilford Knight Correctional Center, Miami, Florida.
10. I’m here on medical transition from Miller Camp. I was there eight months. I’m in on three different second-degree robberies. My tats? I’m in the Fruit Town BRIMS (Black Revolutionary Independent Mafia Soldiers), part of the VNG (Van Ness Gangers). I want to go to Morehouse when I get out of here. —M.T., age 17 Central Juvenile Hall, Los Angeles, California.
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Sara Skinner by Lauren Withrow in White Sands New Mexico
Not really feelin this whole school college work until I die thing
Stephan Vanfleteren‘s photographs from his series ‘Belgicum’ has been ongoing for over 20 years. It’s a personal history, a search for the heart of the Belgian people who are often misunderstood or forgotten by others in Europe.
For many Europeans Belgium means Brussels, the EU, NATO and beer. We know little else, we view it as a cultural backwater, a flat boring landscape populated by people who are trapped in an historical entanglement, the Walloons to the South and the Flemish to the North. Both opposing each other on every level; political, social and cultural.
Belgium is a Federal Monarchy, a country that has been struggling to find a national identity since it became independent in 1830 when it acceded from the Netherlands. Its geographical position on the continent has seen it as both a battleground for Europe and a prosperous and cosmopolitan centre of commerce and culture. Its a land shaped by the twists and turns of history, the tension within it the product of its own vitality and its through this prism that Vanfleteren sought to find a sense of self and what it meant to be a Belgian in the 21st Century.
He took to the road, travelling with his camera through the rural heartland, away from the cosmopolitan life of Brussels and Ghent and into the villages, bars, factories and derelict streets looking for everyday people, colourful individuals that represented a more multifaceted aspect of his country. His pictures give us a timeless portrait of a people whose lives are scarred by their history, the photographs imbued with a profound melancholia that shapes the narrative depth of this fascinating country.
He takes us up close and personal, concentrates on the individual, the unique quality of the people who populate the country. The urbanites and bureaucrats are noticeably absent. They are the same everywhere. It’s in the quiet corners of Belgium that he searched for and found the heart of his nation. As he said himself about the series:
‘Belgicum’ is a photo project about Belgium. This is not an objective reflection of the country, but a subjective photographic documentary in black-and-white. A journey of discovery through a small country at the heart of Europe at the turn of the century. Stephan Vanfleteren wandered, got lost and searched through the ‘Belgicum’ territory for more than fifteen years, driven by emotion and love for his motherland. It was a trip through a country with scars, looking for an elusive identity but with the melancholic soul of an ancient nation.