(via discoglamour)
Oh my god I looove that gin!!! I want some now!
I don’t post things that arouse me; I post things that give me hope.
Hope that the pendulum is swinging away from awful Maxim/Playboy/Cosmo-style photography, away from ham-fisted airbrushing and over-saturation.
I covet idiosyncratic beauty, creativity, inventiveness. I’m tired of average people compiled into portraits that ape beauty like Frankenstein’s monster aped life. Just give me an average person photographed well. As cliché as it is, a talented photographer is one who can make any subject captivating. No one is as good at Photoshop as they think they are.
I don’t think I’m alone, either. Polaroids are hip. Polaroids are forgiving in their blurriness and muted colors. Polaroids can’t be post-processed. Same goes for the trendy Yashica T4. They’re both shortcuts to charming authenticity. They both emphasize the moment captured, flaws and all. Flaws especially, perhaps.
Nudity gives me hope as well. Not porno nudity, not industrialized nudity. Average nudity, playful nudity, or at least honest nudity. Nakedness that makes me think we might soon shed the last vestiges of our puritan ancestors.
What she said
Håkon Kinn preparing his signature drink (via flippantfiasco)
Sorry for all the coffee-related pictures (not really). I love the aesthetics of coffee, coffeehouses and the whole culture of it. At least here in scandinavia. So if I find more, I’ll post… without feeling sorry at all!
This picture is from Stockfleth’s cupping, taken from their facebook page. Credits and copyrights and stuff, probably.
