My eye caught a dark form lying on the river bottom. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I had stumbled upon. Lying peacefully in the shallow waters of the river, only a few meters from shore, was a full-grown cougar. The contrast between the serenity of the scene I was witnessing and what must have played out here in the cougar’s final moments made me shiver. It was the first shiver of many, as I stripped down and waded out into the icy water to get this shot. x
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hot 97
he ran up on the roof drinking lighter fluid and hoping the sun would light him on fire. the wind blew him off, but it wasn’t the last time. he broke his leg in the fall, and windered through the rest of the year. springs in his mattress poked his soul and that summer was too hot to handle.
she held a candle and the wax slipped across her fingers. the burn didn’t last, but she still remembered scraping the oily residue off after it hardened.
ever since I can remember, I’ve been poppin’ my pimples @christinasuaso @gsqueezy
we’re not dumb. we know how to run with sticks.
excerpt from April 15
I sat sloshed in a bare brick room, watching my future like it was a movie.
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Anis Mojgani, “On the day his son was born, the astronomer screamed out the window: You! This! This thing that beats the inside of our hearts? Is a beautiful curse! Know this & fling it hard enough into the air to make new charts! Shortly afterwards the astronomer realized his newborn son, his wife, & the birth all were but hallucinations, so he sat with a pot of tea & became a trapeze artist instead.”
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In a poor city in a poor country on a poor continent, there is a group of people with a singular purpose: to look rich.
Or, rather, to look good — and to fully embody the suave, elegant style that a wardrobe of three-piece suits, silk socks, fedoras and canes might suggest.
They are called sapeurs or members of the Societe des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Elegantes (the Society of Tastemakers and Elegant People). And when they go out, they turn the streets of Brazzaville, the capital of the Republic of the Congo, into a fashion runway.
The Surprising Sartorial Culture Of Congolese ‘Sapeurs’
Photo Credit: Hector Mediavilla/Picturetank
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