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Dreaming back

Dreaming back to my vacation when I traveled around Malaysia a couple weeks ago.

I feel close

Anne Collier - Woman Crying, 2016 . Found here. Explore: art, photography
Photograph by Viki Kollerova. Found here. Explore: eyes, photography
Photography by Tyrone Lebon for I-D Magazine 2014 . Found here. Explore: photography
Photograph by Dario catellani . Found here. Explore: animals, photography
Photograph by Frida Vega Salomonsson. Found here. Explore: photography
Photography by Tyrone Lebon for I-D Magazine 2014 . Found here. Explore: photography
Photograph by Dario Catellani for Indusrie Magazine AW16 . Explore: fashion, hair, hands, photography
Photography by Benjamin Vnuk for SSAW Spring/Summer 17. Found here. Explore: nature, photography
Photography by Benjamin Vnuk for SSAW Spring/Summer 17. Found here. Explore: photography


Left: Bernad Plossu. Right: Michael J Clausen

Desperately waiting for warmer weather in NY while we wrap up the end of Issue 5 of Unconditional… Summer if you can hear me….

Love her

by guest contributor Ida Klamborn

Photo taken from Caroline Caldwell aka Dirt Worships' twitter account. . Found here. Explore: art, photography
Photo of Angelina, Winona and Murphy. . Found here. Explore: photography
Angelina Jolie. . Found here. Explore: photography, purple
Found here. Explore: art, body
Photograph provided by Ida Klamborn.. Explore: art, literature, pink
Tereza Ortiz for Ida Klamborn.. Found here. Explore: people, photography
Photograph provided by Ida Klamborn.. Explore: photography, pink
Une femme mariée, Jean-Luc Godard (1964). Found here. Explore: black, white
Lisa Simpson.. Found here. Explore: black
Photograph by Ramona Deckers.. Found here. Explore: art, Photograph, purple
"Female Matters" by Maisie Cousins.. Found here. Explore: art, flowers, models
Outtake from Rihannas song "Needed me". . Explore: black, literature, music, white
Sade. . Found here. Explore: music
Art by Sara Andreasson.. Found here. Explore: art, pink, red
Art by Tamara de Lempicka.. Found here. Explore: art
Matthews Island of Misfit Toys.. Found here. Explore: art, blue
Veronica. . Found here. Explore: blue, literature, pink

Ida Klamborn is a Swedish fashion designer, based in Stockholm. Find her here.



Summer feelings. Found via Melisa.


Living room love. From Architectural Digest 1983.


Marmoreal vase by Max Lamb.


Hilma af Klint.


Suede mini tote, Edun.


Masahisa Fukases “Ravens”.


Dream dress from For Restless Sleepers.

808s & Instabreak


‘In life, one is always balancing’
I’ve read Nikki Giovannis poem a hundred times over this past week.
I’ve tasted her words in my mouth like honey, slowly let them melt. Claimed the sweetness in them until they rushed my blood.

I fall out of balance at times, sometimes my heart is heavy and my thoughts weigh on me.

To an introspective person who long for momental solitude, in our time of sharing, and rewarding extroversion, a certain amount of reclusiveness is not only self-preservation, it is self-care. It is reminding myself of who I am without the validation of others, that I’ve only ever existed for myself.

There was a time when I never felt approved. When anxiety would lay thick in my chest at the thought of school, when I would brace myself for comments, wear my body like a bulletproof vest. When a guy who liked me would get bullied to the point where he kept distance, when this shell was not apprieciated, when it was subjected to violence. When I did not possess no such thing as a beauty-capital.

These are different times for me in many ways. I use this same body for my work, I created a space for myself to be normative in. A space where a picture can spawn hundreds of positive comments, some of them young girls stating that they wish they’d look like me. There is a vacuum in these words, a borderline in time that I walk on with my arms stretched. I find ground in the warmth of ‘Salt’ by Nayyirah Waheed: ‘Raising you on beauty alone, you will be starved’ 
No matter how glad it makes me reading someones kind endorsement, I keep reminding myself that it’s not important for me to be beautiful to others. I learned how to love myself when I wasn’t.

In our capitalist society, we use capitalist tools as catalysts for progressive change,
and beauty has become a currency that intersects with, and cut through, the power hierarchies present within social identities. It is a pregorative, a power capital and a subjection simultaneously. A discussion that needs the acknowledgement of it’s complexity.

I balance wanting to stretch the prevailing, narrow template, so that marginalized and non-normative individuals can be reminded that they are beautiful – to the reminder that your worth is not in any way subordinate to your physical appearance.

Balance constantly questioning myself against feeling powerful and chosing positions of power within my work.

Balance the wish to never reproduce harmful ideas –  to the desire to not be pedestal, and the belief that the female experience is a human experiene that is unapologetically flawed and unrefined.

In life, one is always balancing,
and I don’t know if there’s always an evident midpoint, or if it’s ever more than ephemeral, but I do know swaying is inevitable when moving forward.