Saturday, September 20, 2014

We live in a society that’s sexist in ways it doesn’t understand. One of the consequences is that men are extremely sensitive to being criticized by women. I think it threatens them in a very primal way, and male privilege makes them feel free to lash out.

This is why women are socialized to carefully dance around these issues, disagreeing with men in an extremely gentle manner. Not because women are nicer creatures than men. But because our very survival can depend on it.

No skin thick enough: The daily harassment of women in the game industry

(Source: rosalarian)


really really like this

(Source: all-about-lolita)


Djuna Barnes, photographed by Man Ray, early 1920s.


Djuna Barnes, photographed by Man Ray, early 1920s.


Moon - The King Of France



(Source: beeishappy)

now I remember why I don’t track tags.
I’m looking at the Mark Ryden tag, and I’m seeing all kinds of shit that is definitely NOT by him.
This and this are by Nicoletta Ceccoli, whose work is similar in themes and overall feeling, but not in his style at all.
This, this, this are by Trevor Brown. He uses a lot of blood in his work, and Ryden did a whole collection that involved blood, including what are probably some of his best known works, but Brown’s style is, again, very different.
This and this are by Marion Peck, Mark Ryden’s wife, who is a fantastic artist in her own right. A lot of her work gets mis-tagged as her husband’s.
This is by Martin Wittfooth.
This is by Raudiel Sanudo.
This is by Roby Dwi Antono.
This is by Mab Graves. Go shop her Etsy store!
This is by Ana Bagayan.
This is by Miruna Ivanescu.

Maybe I’m just a pedantic asshole, but this shit pisses me off.
It’s like people see some art they think is “dark” or “creepy” and then attribute the work to the one famous artist whose name they actually know, even though the style(s) are nothing alike.
I wasn’t familiar with all of these artists either. But I could see at once that they were not the work of Mark Ryden.
A simple google reverse image search yielded most of the links above.
I’m not posting this to try to be a snob, but rather because all of these artists put their energy and talent into these works and deserve to be credited properly.

If you don’t know who the artist is, and don’t feel like running the simple reverse search, then just don’t tag it. Reblog it, but don’t tag it improperly. It is just plain disrespectful to the artists.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I anthropomorphize everything.

If you think it’s cute, then you’ve clearly never spent an hour crying about the Mars Rover or stuffed animals at thrift stores.


Elvis Costello, 1978. photographed by Chalkie Davies.