Me and Sarah in 2053 (old age will turn me white, just go with it)
D is clearly the one with her arms in the air.
Libertine (UK)
There’s a new mag in town. Libertine Magazine: “For Interested Women”
Founder and editor Debbi Evans explains:
“to redefine the ‘women’s interest’ category. In addition to luxury lifestyle content we cover tech, science and business, and celebrate high achieving maverick women for the contents of their brains, not their beds. There is no fashion or beauty content in issue 1, unless you count a piece on the semiotics of handbags. There’s nothing like it, and we’re really excited (and relieved!) to have finally got it out there.”
I love everything about this.
SO COOL
GILLIAN
Holy shit.
Now, I know that air travel is really just a portal to foreign climes: a privilege for people who can afford to go on holidays abroad, an efficient means of transport for those whose work enables them to travel, and maybe even, for some, a one-way ticket to a new and better life. I know this, everyone on the plane knows this, so why is the notion that air travel is the sexiest thing since records began still pushed on us by endless tedious advertising campaigns? Wouldn’t Richard Branson do better to put down the women he insists on picking up for photo opportunities and spend his money on food that doesn’t taste like a foot, instead? ‘Sorry, Virgin - sex and air travel don’t mix
I don’t know, probably the sexiest I’ve ever been is cold-sweatingly puking into a paper bag over and over while the guy next to me watched Transformers 2. Admit it, you’re getting hard/wet just reading that.
For Diner Journal. Aerial views of the ‘Black Dirt’ region in upstate New York.
I want to hang this on my wall.
