let’s get uncomfortable: closing your eyes won’t make breasts go away

1. I feel mammary fat is a more appropriate name.

2. Some people like it big, others small, yet many not at all.

3. Their sole purpose is to make breast feeding easier (kids need something to hold on to?) Not filling in bigger bra cups, despite what media loves throwing at your face.

4. Small breasts maketh a big hearted person: once you learn to begin accepting the body you have, accepting others as they are is half the battle won. It’s not as rosy as it sounds but gives you a head start on empathy.

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An Artist A Week: Amrita Sher-Gil

I have been reading about artists, typographers and graphic designers and gobbling up interviews, so I thought I might as well post it here. I hope to be able to interview some myself. ^^


“The quality of  in our country, particularly the apathetic attitude of the public towards the fostering of a cultural renaissance, is depressing.” – Amrita Sher-Gil, 1937, The Tribune


1936-Simla-Amrita-with-Chil1-620x450A gorgeous, enigmatic painter. Her work and her beauty continue to linger in public memory; if the number of website devoted to Amrita are anything to go by, she is far from forgotten.

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He ambled down the stairs to the dingy room in the farther corner of the basement. Shutting the door behind him, the janitor flexed his muscles as he stifled a yawn. The night would be long, with a topping of some backbreaking cleaning to do.

In an unbroken ritual of sorts, he cleaned his toolbox and reorganized his plumber’s kit.
Armed with his ‘briefcase’ (why, his trusty mop and duster)and a bucket of water, he climbed back to the second floor.

He had been sweeping the office floor for only a while when he felt water under his boots. He grunted listlessly: he always managed to ruin a good pair, pants or boots. He turned up the lights a little and discovered that it was a large pool of blood.

He called out, tip-toeing in the direction of the blood flowing free as a river.

He thought he saw the outline of a woman in the dark. She did not have one hand.

He quickly switched on the lights: there was no one in the men’s restroom.

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