i don't say this enough but you've done so much for me and other black girls and i admire you and support you 100% in your journey. please keep being the brilliant and charming person you are. please never give up on your dreams and please don't limit yourself for small minds who aren't half as smart or half as compassionate as you. - love, an internet friend
I think I know who wrote this, but thank you. <3 I truly appreciate it.
what made you decide to star bloggin'?
A desire to cultivate a world that didn’t exist in my everyday.
“Look, I’ve been through so much terrible shit. Shit that other people can’t imagine. Shit that will break a woman down. And yet, you know what? I still have hope. Cause here’s the thing: There are good folks out there, and some of them will want you in their life. They will love, cherish, and respect you. Their love might not be perfect, but it will be better than this, and I want you to have it. It’s yours.”
2 days ago
Britt Julious via adult-magazine
This quote makes me so very happy.
Yes, I wrote this. But based on the number of young men and women who read this blog and reach out to me, I can’t emphasize this enough. I actually have to remind myself of it, too. You are worthy of love and of happiness. It’s true.
Last year, when I spent an evening basically shadowing Ryan Hemsworth for the feature I wrote for The FADER, I got a chance to talk to Cyril Hahn who was also on tour with Hemsworth. Hahn’s personality and worth ethic were so interesting to me, a stark contrast to Hemsworth. It’s not that one was better than the other, but they both created from such singular visions.
Hahn was much quieter, but still captivating and I think that comes out with his original compositions. At the time, he was finally getting recognition for his solo work and not his remix efforts. I think his latest release, the Voices EP, will finally make it clear to those still wondering who he is that his vision is clear, compelling and devastatingly sexy. The synths are clear and precise. The vocalists have a purity of sound that makes you take notice instantly. As a whole, it is a well-thought out and lovely work.
"OctaHate" by Ryn Weaver
I am two months late to this one, but what a pop song, right? It reminds me of a mix of country-pop with that early aughts “alternative-to-Britney”vein of pop that was supposed to sound rebellious, but was as sugary-sweet in its production and hooks as the more showy gems. I only just heard this a couple of days ago and I’ve already got those verses memorized. That’s the sign of a great track.
Public acts of altruism often feel strongly calculated: are they just a means to court viral, sustainable goodwill? By Britt Julious.
Can’t believe this happened. I celebrated with pizza and champagne last night (as one does). Here’s my New York Times debut for “Room for Debate.” I wrote an opinion piece on celebrities and public acts of social activism.
INLAND is currently looking for 1-2 interns to assist in the editorial and operations process for the Fall 2014 semester.
- Chicago-based candidates are ideal, but we can create a remote internship for the right candidate
- Must have superior copy editing and fact checking skills, an attention to detail, ridiculous work ethic and an eye for organization
- Must be available for approximately 10 hours per week. Afternoons and evenings are preferred.
If interested, please email the following to inlandmag [at] gmail.com:
- a copy of your resume/CV
- your top three magazines or websites and why
- an explanation of your ultimate career goals. Don’t be afraid to show personality. The weirder the better.
- Norman Zammitt. “Red to Green I,” acrylic on canvas board, 1979
- Norman Zammitt. “Grnz. 1,” acrylic on canvas board, 1989
Serrekunda, The Gambia
He was before me. He was weak. He was standing. He was on his knees. He was weak. He was asking for forgiveness. He was crawling. He was weak. He crept forward. He kept creeping. He kept. He was weak. His head was a weight and his body was a burden and he was weak. He wrapped his arms around my waist. He placed his head upon my waist. He wanted to speak but he was weak. He looked up and I said nothing.