Photography, social justice, and whatever else I want. Might be NSFW sometimes.

I’m listening to Lemaitre’s sound check omgomgomgomgomg they’re right above me



Jamila Lyiscott: 3 ways to speak English

Stop what you’re doing and watch this. Especially if you have a problem with AAVE or broken English. 

This is literally my life. Literally. Jamaican Patois, African American Vernacular English, Standard American English. Exquisite spoken word here. Loved this part: “Let there be no confusion, let there be no hesitation, this is not a promotion of ignorance, this is a linguistic celebration. That’s why…I put trilingual on my last job application. I can help diversify your consumer market is all I wanted them to know. And, when they call me for the interview, I’ll be more than happy to show that I can say ‘what’s good,’ ‘whatta gwan,’ and of course, ‘hello.’”

I’m seeing them in concert in 3 weeks and I’m so excited I could cry. This is the band I tried flying out to Amsterdam to see and I couldn’t go on the right weekend and NOW HERE’S ANOTHER CHANCE I LOVE YOU GUYS


Is this my son.


Powwow tiny tots. Cuter than a flock of hipsters. More powerful than their appropriation.

Excuse me while I burst into tears


The Last Japanese Mermaids 

For nearly two thousand years, Japanese women living in coastal fishing villages made a remarkable livelihood hunting the ocean for oysters and abalone, a sea snail that produces pearls. They are known as Ama. The few women left still make their living by filling their lungs with air and diving for long periods of time deep into the Pacific ocean, with nothing more than a mask and flippers.

In the mid 20th century, Iwase Yoshiyuki returned to the fishing village where he grew up and photographed these women when the unusual profession was still very much alive. After graduating from law school, Yoshiyuki had been given an early Kodak camera and found himself drawn to the ancient tradition of the ama divers in his hometown. His photographs are thought to be the only comprehensive documentation of the near-extinct tradition in existence

I know I’ve reblogged about these girls before but damn where was this kinda thing in my history classes.