Francis Alÿs
The Nightwatch
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
Laughter provides a good workout for the heart, so click here and laugh!!
Every musical should have one minor character who is aware that everyone is singing and dancing and extremely confused and terrified
Florence and The Machine - Breath of Life
Snow White and The Huntsman
character development.
#Trust me, I’m the man that will probably land you in the most danger you have ever experienced ever. This may include; Extermination, Deletion, the loss of your daughter, your daughter melting, you falling hopelessly in love with me and me not reciprocating, if you’re named Rory probably dying 7 or so times, me stealing your girlfriend, you turning gay for me, your planet exploding, you turning into adipose, crashing into the sun, getting killed by kryptonites while I reference Harry Potter or having to run fucking everywhere. #So yeah..you can totally trust me. Even if you don’t you’ll probably be drawn in by your curiosity to find my eyebrows or by a sexual frustration to fuck me.
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
