In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained—oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name.
The Virgin Suicides (1999) dir. Sofia Coppola
The s’more. The most offensive assault on the human palette ever contrived. Unethically sourced chocolate and gelatinised sugar water imprisoned by industrial-grade graham cracker. It’s everything wrong with us and yet we associate it with innocence. With childhood. Mom and Dad. But what transforms this fucking monstrosity is fire. The purifying flame. It nourishes us, warms us, reinvents us, forges and destroys us. We must embrace the flame. We must be cleansed. Made clean. Like martyrs, or heretics, we can be subsumed and made anew.
THE MENU (2022) dir. Mark Mylod
Marilyn Monroe / production still from Billy Wilder’s Some Like it Hot (1959) / photo by Richard C. Miller.
HER WAIST JEEEEZ 😍
HAPPY DEATH DAY (2017) dir. Christopher Landon
JENNIFER’S BODY
dir. Karen Kusama (2009)
and when i break it’s in a million pieces
JENNIFER’S BODY (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama
PEARL (2022) dir. Ti West
BLACK SWAN (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky
And then she decided to do both Single Ladies AND Renaissance
Joachim Lambrechts - Peace Now, 2022
Yoshitaka Amano: Demon Tan Soshi (2001)
Shelby Little - Ego, 2021
ALToh 👀