Lez Get Dressed For Work: The Suit-Not-Suit
Because you deserve to be the best dressed homo in the office. Read previous posts here.
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This is sort of how I dress for work, but no ties or nice shoes and more flow-y shirts.
One Small Town's Fight to Banish a Brutal Mexican Cartel | Raw File | Wired.com
Canadian photojournalist Brett Gundlock traveled to Cherán, Mexico last year to find out how things had changed for residents in that town after they confronted a violent Mexican cartel that had been illegally harvesting timber in the area.
I just started playing that game SimAnt, except I’m the humans, and I’m totally fucked.
Back in New York after filming East of Eden, James Dean went to see his friend, photographer Roy Schatt, to tell him he wanted to try and make his own movie. Schatt told Dean he was crazy, but went along with it knowing how determined his friend was. On an exceptionally hot day, Schatt and other friends - Martin Landau, Bob Heller, Bill Gunn - attempted to help Dean with his experimental movie. Schatt recalls:
Even in the garden behind my studio, the heat was killing. Our director [Dean] became enamored of the sculptured fountainhead. We were stripped to the waist and sweating as Jim directed us. “Marty, can I have that light here?”; “Bob, bring over that chair!” Jim had no long ears or whiskers: his upper body was shiny and his bespectacled face was topped with sandy hair. But in that heat my mind bent a little and his command sounded like Lewis Carroll’s White Rabbit saying “Mary Ann, bring me my gloves and a fan.” The bright lights and our loud voices brought a lot of heads popping out of nearby windows.
Wait, and then what happened?
(via charliespencerchaplin)
Song: “Barcelona” by The Rentals
Movie: Our Hospitality, 1923In the first moment I was thinking about trains in Poland
really
That makes sense, and I encourage it. Let’s go to there.
