untrustyou:

Painting by Samantha French
untrustyou:

Painting by Samantha French
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.
dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.

dgchristie:

Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and harshness of the words.

(via coolest-humans)

arsetculture:

Join us this Saturday night for the opening reception of… http://ift.tt/1fHDMrN @Spoke_Art

arsetculture:

Join us this Saturday night for the opening reception of… http://ift.tt/1fHDMrN @Spoke_Art

memoriastoica:

Berkeley, California.
Circa 1978.
memoriastoica:

Berkeley, California.
Circa 1978.
memoriastoica:

Berkeley, California.
Circa 1978.
memoriastoica:

Berkeley, California.
Circa 1978.

memoriastoica:

Berkeley, California.

Circa 1978.

vintage-97:

San Francisco skate boarders in 1977

vintage-97:

San Francisco skate boarders in 1977

20 years

have you ever reached a point in your relationship with someone where you ask your self is it even worth it?

the worst part is when that person is your family.

Although we’ve only formally met once we exchanged letters since the dire age of 8. I wanted to know this cousin of mine so badly, but I felt like she didn’t seem to acknowledge my existence. 

I always thought, if one day, we could meet I could show her how much alike we really are…

Our childhoods where vastly different. She, a stay at home mother, delightful father and every thing a girl could want.

Whereas me, my father had divorced my mother from before I can hold thoughts. He left in the wake of the Berkeley Hills fire of the early 90s. 

So this vast difference had set us apart dramatically and even before we had met, our mothers (sisters) had decided not to speak to one another ever again.

It’s been 20 years…