#mariposa magazine

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IBM, Bank of America. Wilshire Blvd at Mariposa, Los Angeles, 1950s. Photo by Ralph Crane for LIFE magazine.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

April 7, 2024 (Sunday)

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

APR 08, 2024

In August 1870 a U.S. exploring expedition headed out from Montana toward the Yellowstone River into land the U.S. government had recognized as belonging to different Indigenous tribes.

By October the men had reached the Yellowstone, where they reported they had “found abundance of game and trout, hot springs of five or six different kinds…basaltic columns of enormous size” and a waterfall that must, they wrote, “be in form, color and surroundings one of the most glorious objects on the American Continent.” On the strength of their widely reprinted reports, the secretary of the interior sent out an official surveying team under geologist Ferdinand V. Hayden. With it went photographer William Henry Jackson and fine artist Thomas Moran.

Banker and railroad baron Jay Cooke had arranged for Moran to join the expedition. In 1871 the popular Scribner’s Monthly published the surveyor’s report along with Moran’s drawings and a promise that Cooke’s Northern Pacific Railroad would soon lay tracks to enable tourists to see the great natural wonders of the West.

But by 1871, Americans had begun to turn against the railroads, seeing them as big businesses monopolizing American resources at the expense of ordinary Americans. When Hayden called on Congress to pass a law setting the area around Yellowstone aside as a public park, two Republicans—Senator Samuel Pomeroy of Kansas and Delegate William H. Clagett of Montana—introduced bills to protect Yellowstone in a natural state and provide against “wanton destruction of the fish and game…or destruction for the purposes of merchandise or profit.”

The House Committee on Public Lands praised Yellowstone Valley’s beauty and warned that “persons are now waiting for the spring…to enter in and take possession of these remarkable curiosities, to make merchandise of these bountiful specimens, to fence in these rare wonders so as to charge visitors a fee, as is now done at Niagara Falls, for the sight of that which ought to be as free as the air or water.” It warned that “the vandals who are now waiting to enter into this wonderland will, in a single season, despoil, beyond recovery, these remarkable curiosities which have required all the cunning skill of nature thousands of years to prepare.”

The New York Times got behind the idea that saving Yellowstone for the people was the responsibility of the federal government, saying that if businesses “should be strictly shut out, it will remain a place which we can proudly show to the benighted European as a proof of what nature—under a republican form of government—can accomplish in the great West.”

On March 1, 1872, President U. S. Grant, a Republican, signed the bill making Yellowstone a national park.

The impulse to protect natural resources from those who would plunder them for profit expanded 18 years later, when the federal government stepped in to protect Yosemite. In June 1864, Congress had passed and President Abraham Lincoln signed a law giving to the state of California the Yosemite Valley and nearby Mariposa Big Tree Grove “upon the express conditions that the premises shall be held for public use, resort and recreation.”

But by 1890 it was clear that under state management the property had been largely turned over to timber companies, sheep-herding enterprises, and tourist businesses with state contracts. Naturalist John Muir warned in the Century magazine: “Ax and plow, hogs and horses, have long been and are still busy in Yosemite’s gardens and groves. All that is accessible and destructible is rapidly being destroyed.” Congress passed a law making the land around the state property in Yosemite a national park area, and the United States military began to manage the area.

The next year, in March 1891, Congress gave the president power to “set apart and reserve…as public reservations” land that bore at least some timber, whether or not that timber was of any commercial value. Under this General Revision Act, also known as the Forest Reserve Act, Republican president Benjamin Harrison set aside timber land adjacent to Yellowstone National Park and south of Yosemite National Park. By September 1893, about 17 million acres of land had been put into forest reserves. Those who objected to this policy, according to Century, were “men [who] wish to get at it and make it earn something for them.” 

Presidents of both parties continued to protect American lands, but in the late nineteenth century it was New York Republican politician Theodore Roosevelt who most dramatically expanded the effort to keep western lands from the hands of those who wanted only their timber and minerals. 

Roosevelt was concerned that moneygrubbing was eroding the character of the nation, and he believed that western land nurtured the independence and community that he worried was disappearing in the East. During his presidency, which stretched from 1901 to 1909, Roosevelt protected 141 million acres of forest and established five new national parks. 

More powerfully, he used the 1906 Antiquities Act, which Congress had passed to stop the looting and sale of Indigenous objects and sites, to protect land. The Antiquities Act allowed presidents to protect areas of historic, cultural, or scientific interest. Before the law was a year old, Roosevelt had created four national monuments: Devils Tower in Wyoming, El Morro in New Mexico, and Montezuma Castle and Petrified Forest in Arizona.

In 1908, Roosevelt used the Antiquities Act to protect the Grand Canyon.

Since then, presidents of both parties have protected American lands. President Jimmy Carter rivaled Roosevelt’s protection of land when he protected more than 100 million acres in Alaska from oil development. Carter’s secretary of the interior, Cecil D. Andrus, saw himself as a practical man trying to balance the needs of business and environmental needs but seemed to think business interests had become too powerful: “The domination of the department by mining, oil, timber, grazing and other interests is over.”

In fact, the fight over the public lands was not ending; it was entering a new phase. Since the 1980s, Republicans have pushed to reopen public lands to resource development, maintaining even today that Democrats have hampered oil production although it is currently, under President Joe Biden, at an all-time high. 

The push to return public lands to private hands got stronger under former president Donald Trump. On April 26, 2017, Trump signed an executive order—Executive Order 13792—directing his secretary of the interior, Ryan Zinke, to review designations of 22 national monuments greater than 100,000 acres, made since 1996. He then ordered the largest national monument reduction in U.S. history, slashing the size of Utah’s Bears Ears National Monument by 85%—a goal of uranium-mining interests—and that of Utah’s Escalante–Grand Staircase by about half, favoring coal interests.

“No one better values the splendor of Utah more than you do,” Trump told cheering supporters. “And no one knows better how to use it.”

In March 2021, shortly after he took office, President Biden announced a new initiative to protect 30% of U.S. land, fresh water, and oceans areas by 2030, a plan popularly known as 30 by 30. Also in March 2021, Supreme Court chief justice John Roberts urged opponents of land protection to push back against the Antiquities Act, saying the broad protection of lands presidents have established under it is an abuse of power.

In October 2021, President Biden restored Bears Ears and Escalante–Grand Staircase to their original size. “Today’s announcement is not just about national monuments,” Interior Secretary Deb Haaland, a member of the Laguna Pueblo in New Mexico, said at the ceremony. “It’s about this administration centering the voices of Indigenous people and affirming the shared stewardship of this landscape with tribal nations.”

In 2022, nearly 312 million people visited the country’s national parks and monuments, supporting 378,400 jobs and spending $23.9 billion in communities within 60 miles of a park. This amounted to a $50.3 billion benefit to the nation’s economy. 

But the struggle over the use of public lands continues, and now the Republicans are standing on the opposite side from their position of a century ago. Project 2025, the blueprint for a second Trump presidency, demands significant increases in drilling for oil and gas. That will require removing land from federal protection and opening it to private development. As Roberts urged, Project 2025 promises to seek a Supreme Court ruling to permit the president to reduce the size of national monuments. But it takes that advice even further. 

It says a second Trump administration “must seek repeal of the Antiquities Act of 1906.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Tagged by @gentlebeard @kiwistede @ofmd-ann @rainbowcrowley @edsbacktattoo @scorpiostarseed @sleepystede Thank you all so much for tagging me 💗💗💗

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yes i am named after Alexandra Charles who opened the first modern night club in Sweden in the sixties and had a teenage magazine named after her which my mum read as a young girl.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably last night. I cry all the time and its often 100% without any good reason. I just cant stop.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? No and I do not think i want any.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? Do i look like a person who play sports? I weight lift when i have the energy and sometimes i box with my brother and try to work on my punching technic.

DO YOU USE SARCASM? No I would never ever be sarcastic.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? This is a hard question. I think the first thing i notice is how people hold themself and then i notice their hair. After that i think i notice their eyes and what they are up to.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? Blue

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Can i answer scary movies with happy endings? there is nothing i love more than a good final girl.

ANY TALENTS? Not really.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Sweden

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? My hobbie is editing screen shots of gay pirates i thought that was obvious

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Nope, but my best friend have two dogs who I am a loving aunt to.

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 175 cm

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? Swedish and all the social science subjects.

DREAM JOB? Darling I dont dream of labor. No but for real my dream job is just being a good old collage professor who can just teach a bit and then sit and look into my good smelling old books (dont burst my dark academia romaticism)

I tag: @ronandreams @scullayitsme @renee-mariposa @wikipedie @fandomsmeantheworldtome @youshouldseemeinadeerstalker @funforahermit @izzy-b-hands @mykonossalome @glam-hutchence and @mxmollusca and everyone else who want to do it! i am nosy and wanna know everything about you all babes 💗💗💗

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mariposa

"Mariposa, the Spainish word for butterfly, named Pátzcuaro's graceful winglike nets."

October 1952

Quote taken from original text included with the image in the magazine

[mariposaortiz]

@swstarters open | suds & bubbles Mariposa was eager for the day that a day off was actually a day off and not fuckin' overflowing with shit she had to catch up on. One day, maybe, she'd get to sit on her couch and do not a damn thing except for listen to a record or two and dance around her living room. One day, but this day was not that day. No, this day was for more goddamn laundry because she'd definitely been letting that pile up, and the new apartment definitely didn't have any machines for her to use. Had to trek all of that down to the laundromat, after digging out every last sock and shirt out from under her siblings' beds. Definitely shouldn't let it pile up this high again, considering just how damn much she had to do. Probably would, because that was her way, but she'd be cursing herself all over again. "Hey, you got change for a dollar?" She was...something like halfway done, a magazine left spread out over the machine she'd been using and folding on top of. "The machine's out or broken, and I've still got a few loads to run."

[openheartfanfics]

Ethan x F!MC: Pure Fluff

One Shots M

Macarena Catastrophe - @rookie-ramsey She should have known that dancing in dress shoes would backfire horribly.

Madison - @potionsprefect  Ethan and Victoria head on holiday to Connecticut.

Mad About Matching - @cariantha 👻 Ethan won't wear matching costumes for Halloween except for one person.

Magazine Covers - @potionsprefect   Two magazines, two different covers.

Magic - @jerzwriter   Ethan rushes home from work when he can't get in touch with Casey, only to stumble upon a wonderful surprise.

Magic - @starrystarrytrouble Ethan’s got a trick or two to impress MC, features a Magic 8 Ball.

Magical Kiss - @takemyopenheart Ethan’s mad at himself because he forgot to pick up some things at the store.

Major - @utterlyinevitable His phones rings and it’s a major step in their relationship.

Make Believe - @utterlyinevitable MC and Ethan are cuddling in the chalet, fantasizing about what their meeting would be like if they were normal people. [2.14 rewrite]

Making a Mark - @txemrn 💘Ⓜ Despite med school exams, Ethan and Tatum plan on spending time together for their first Valentine's day; but their plans take a different course... literally.

Making Memories - @potionsprefect  Ethan and Victoria take Luke and Lily to Dagger Mountain.

Mamma Mia - @jerzwriter  Kaycee's parents are moving out of their home, and while she's there helping pack up, she makes an unsettling discovery.

Many Happy Returns - @jamespotterthefirst He barely acknowledges her birthday. Truth is, he’s been thinking about it for days.

Mariposa - @jamespotterthefirst Ethan should have known better than to take dancing lessons with his vivacious girlfriend. Set in Book 3.

Mark My Words - @utterlyinevitable He’s reading one of her books but he removed her bookmark.

Married - @perriewinklenerdie Parts of Ines’s wedding told from Ethan’s perspective feat. Basically being a married couple and everyone calling them out for it.

Matchmaker - @perriewinklenerdie Harper sees how much Ethan is struggling with trying to ignore Claire, so she decides to push him in the right direction. Feat. Harper

May I Have This Dance? - @liaromancewriter  Is there anything more romantic than slow dancing in the kitchen on a do-nothing day?

Me & You - @mrsrhys23 Illness prompt.

Med School Book - @potionsprefect It’s just a picture in a medical school book

Medical Hero - @jamespotterthefirst A young intern sees her medical hero and musters up the courage to ask for an autograph.

Memories.... - @amortentiaopenheart Ethan gets to see Catherine's photo album.

Memories - @lem-20 Ethan gets a little taste of his own medicine, resulting in him and MC discussing his chats with Harper.

Memory Lane - @potionsprefect  Victoria and Ethan take a trip to New York with their kids.

Mending Bridges - @bex-la-get A surprise visit forces Ethan out of his comfort zone. Feat. Tobias Carrick & Sienna Trinh

Mentor - @starrystarrytrouble Three times Naveen spoke to Ethan about MC. Feat. Naveen

Merry Christmas - @tveitertotwrites 🎄 The Ramsey's spend Christmas morning together.

Merry Christmas, Rookie - @cariantha 🎄 The Internal Medicine staff participate in a Secret Santa exchange.

Mi Vida - @jamespotterthefirst   The first time she calls him an affectionate pet name in her native language.

Miami - @rookie-ramsey She never expected to return to the Miami hotel room.

Midnight - @a-crepusculo   Marchia found a rather interesting scene in the middle of the night.

Midnight Cravings - @lucy-268 Eating for two calls for all ones requests to be fulfilled.

Midnight Cuddles - @potionsprefect  Ethan wants a cuddle, Victoria isn’t overly keen.

Midnight Loneliness - @utterlyinevitable This takes place after the kiss outside Ethan’s apartment in 2.8.

Might Occupy The Universe Today - @inlocusmads   There's not enough room in a four-walled office. Hence, Ethan willingly supports Jane's bad decisions and her subsequent conquests of desk spaces. Feat. Tobias Carrick

Miles - @tveitertotwrites 🎄 The Story of Miles Ramsey and how he was introduced to the family during Christmas.

Mimicry - @jamespotterthefirst 👻 The gang organizes a group costume that surprises Ethan.

Mine - @irisofpurple After all the years of pining, Lana was finally officially his.

Mine - @liaromancewriter  Cassie can’t help feeling jealous of Ethan’s admirer.

Miracles - @liaromancewriter  A chance encounter with Ethan brings an expected revelation for Cassie.

Miracles Gala - @a-crepusculo 🩺 Her first appearance as the Head of Diagnostics Team may not be as easy as she thinks.

Mirani’s Confession - @schnitzelbutterfingers Ines’s wedding reception , featuring Zaid’s emotions and lost love, Abby’s advice and Ethan’s promise. Feat. Zaid x Ines

Mirrors - @jamespotterthefirst They have always been a source of comfort through their toughest moments. Mirrors of one another.

Miss Tiffany Turned 30 Today - @the-pale-goddess Tiffany celebrates her birthday with Ethan.

Miss You More - @aworldoffandoms He’s at a conference and “I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

Mistletoe - @potionsprefect 🎄 Victoria sets herself a challenge.

Mistletoe Magic - @headoverheelsforramsey 🎄 Three years, three Christmases and three mistletoes.

More of Your Love - @openheart12 Just some domestic fluff with them and their babies.

More than a drawer - @writinghereandthere A decision between roommates forces Mariana’s and Ethan’s hand to discuss the next step of their relationship.

Morning - @thewolflady During one date night, three little words changed the course of the rest of their lives.

Mornings - @mrsdr-ethan-ramsey A couple of swear words maybe, implied sex

Morning Sickness - @jamespotterthefirst She has to stay home from work. Doctor’s orders.

Morning Walk - @beyondsimsreality  Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Harmonie Christian taking a stroll with their children, Nevaeh Christian-Ramsey, and Ethan Jr.

Most Ardently - @jamespotterthefirst Days after her recovery, he tells her of the Pride and Prejudice vibe they apparently give off. Set after the events of 2.11.

Most in the World - @jamespotterthefirst  Things have changed in a year. And so has his answer to the question she once asked him: “Who do you love most in the world?”

Mothers - @liaromancewriter 🌸 Three mothers, three celebrations, one beautiful memory. Feat. Sienna Trinh

Mother’s Day - @coffeeheartaddict2 🌸 Two Mother’s Days. The Mother’s Day before and after the birth of Hudson.

Mother’s Day -  @openheart12 🌸 Ethan and MC spent the day with their kids.

Mother’s Days - @lucy-268  🌸 Several Mother’s Day Firsts for Charley

Motivation - @potionsprefect  Victoria finds a new way of working out.

Movie Night - @dr-addieramsey It’s just a simple movie night with zero plot….

Music & Secrets - @utterlyinevitable Ethan learns of Odette’s old musical hobby.

My Best Friend's Wedding: Rumor Has It - @jamespotterthefirst  A childhood friend realizes he's the love of her life. The problem is he's about to marry someone else.

My Everything - @charisworld When Ethan gets a call that his girlfriend needs him does he stay silent or confess about his feelings.

My One and Only Love - @potionsprefect   Victoria and Ethan read the letters that they wrote to each other.

Mystery - @openheartforeverinmyheart Four instances where Ethan contemplates the way she looks at him and how he feels about her.

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[onedaythesadnesswillend]

Es el fairy core el nuevo manic pixie dream girl?

Nos encanta nombrar tendencias y si son en inglés, mejor. Quizás las mujeres estamos más acostumbradas porque llevamos siglos siendo manipuladas como objetos que meter en el espacio “correcto”. Como si fuéramos juegos infantiles de figuras geométricas sin voluntad: cuadrado con cuadrado, triangulo con triangulo, esta es gótica, esta #stayathome y la otra feminista. Porque en 2024 ni las ideologías se salvan del branding (si es que alguna vez lo hicieron).

Y hoy en día, si miras a tu alrededor, el fairy aesthetic esta presente en todas partes en el mundo digital. Echando un vistazo a photoshoots de hace dos años, tenemos a Petra Collins con Alexa Demie para “Fairy Tales”, Lil Nas X para Paper Magazine, o la campaña de Jeffrey Campbell que mezcla el estilo 90’s con modelos de orejas puntiagudas y estilo pixie. Pero que es realmente el Fairycore? En esencia, una estética inspirada por unos seres mitológicos de carácter frágil que representan la naturaleza, la fantasia, la capacidad de reír y ser feliz ante las desgracias de la vida, de una forma pura, casi infantil. 

Siguiendo la tradición del grunge, las tendencias nicho y el auge de los hongos frente a otras drogas de síntesis, parece que el fairycore ha surgido de una necesidad de clandestinidad frente a la moda. Una alternativa sostenible a las grandes empresas que nos enchufan “lo que hay que llevar” en sus semanales e-comms. Puede parecer aleatorio, pero la moda siempre ha seguido a la cultura y la gente se ha apoyado en la mitología desde los albores de los tiempos para explicar conceptos tan abrumadores como la crisis climática. Múltiples capas, prendas de encaje, corsetería, tonos tierra, minifaldas y calentadores de lana; alas de hada y orejas de elfo retocadas con Photoshop o protésicas; fotos en valles de bosques cargados de musgo, mariposas, colores pastel, magia, flores… Es una estética liderada por mujeres, desde un amor hacia la capacidad de crear, o estamos ante una nueva ola de la manic pixie dream girl, edición campestre?

Para quien no lo sepa, la MPDG es esa criatura cinematográfica burbujeante y superficial que sólo existe en la febril imaginación de escritores-directores macho-sensibles para enseñar a las jóvenes almas depresivas a abrazar la vida y sus infinitos misterios y aventuras. Entre los requisitos están: ser optimista pero a la vez melancólica, ser «adorablemente tonta» pero también lista y profunda; mejor si eres virgo o piscis, pero no creas mucho en el horóscopo, que es para locas. No hacer el ridículo demasiado, debes saber cuando parar y, lo más importante, encontrar a un hombre lo suficientemente kafkiano como para vivir en un eterno despliegue de histrionismo. Se dice que las MPDG ayudan al personaje principal, generalmente hombres con un interés romántico hacia ellas, a realizarse sin perseguir su propia felicidad, y estos personajes nunca crecen. Como las hadas, llenando los lugares oscuros durante tiempos de transición, ansiedad e incertidumbre. Y cuando la gente habla de hadas, no es necesariamente porque crean en ellas sino porque ofrecen diferentes formas de hablar ante lo indescriptible. Quizás es por eso que el fairycore ha surgido ahora, en un momento en el que todo parece morir ante nuestros ojos. Con olas de calor en febrero y tormentas de nieve en abril, el temor climático no es una broma. No sólo la estética del hada alude a un ser en armonía con la naturaleza, sino también los medios para crear el look: debido a su estilo años 90's y 00's, un look de hada se podría comprar completamente de segunda mano. Siempre he sido pro la belleza de la auto expresión, porque si lo deseas, puedes mostrar tus pensamientos y deseos más íntimos a través de tu forma de vestir, sin necesidad de hablar. Transformarte a ti mismo, transformando así tu mundo. Y es aquí donde el estilo se vuelve subversivo. En medio del caos, la imagen del hada nos conecta con un ser en armonía con la naturaleza. Este trend puede parecer microscópico, pero el efecto dominó de los movimientos culturales es lo que vamos a necesitar para crear un cambio sistémico duradero en la industria de la moda. O es simplemente que no queremos crecer?

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Hello once more, dearly beloved Absol.

...Mariposa? Sounds lovely to me. ///// Aha, do not mind my flustered nature. I've never been 'nicknamed' before... and with such a beautiful name too! I have been well, and I hope you have been too. After all, where would I be without my beloved guide?

History does repeat itself! I find it amusing to see how newer trends are older fashion slightly revised to be more 'modern' or revised for a new purpose / movement. It's symbolic... and I think it's cute. The way you speak of fashion reminds me of the magazines I'd seen when I was younger, advertising the latest craze. Very informative, I enjoy it. I will look more into clothing for you, dearest guide. You've spoke life into an interest I hadn't realized I had. Though, I've always liked to study people. The intricate details of someone speak a considerable amount more than any words could! It can influence plenty about a person; self-esteem, mannerisms, etc. Clothing is just one way a person speaks of themselves, but it is sometimes the loudest part. Again, cute, adorbs!

Peppermint tea? Then, I must prepare some for you! ...To repay you for your guidance through Wonderland... and that is me wanting to be able to talk more, haha. I've been drinking green tea recently due to my illness, so what do you say to a toast for good health together?

Do not knock Jade Leech's sexy suspenders with a button up just yet! He's just learning all these different types of styles. After all, he's only just come to land... so he will need some time to explore all his options. He will do it well... I believe in my punk boyfriend!

I do... have 2 self-inserts. ////// 1 of which I pair with Jade Leech, the other with Riddle Rosehearts. Men I see with more of a grunge aesthetic personally! ////// Don't let me discuss my girls for too long. I'd talk and talk until the sun sets tomorrow if I do...!

As for Jade headcanons, any would do well. If I may be frank, I'd like to hear both! I'm enthusiastic for Jade, and I'm even more eager to see more of him here!

Until the next time we can speak, I thank you for your time. I'll be sure to return soon so we are not apart for long. - 🦋

My beloved Mariposa. I am happy to see you again, good afternoon. It’s past lunch time and I hope you had something to eat. Please remember to do so, you’ll feel fantastic if you do. I chose Mariposa since its the Spanish word for butterfly. Since I’ve been living in the south, I see the word in exchange more and more often that it becomes unusual to actually see the word ‘butterfly’. And it sounds like a cute name. Very elegant to me. I have been doing well! Mostly… Sleeping. I am getting my car fixed, but really… I am doing wonderful. Much better than ever.

It was my favorite to go shopping with my mom only to read magazines as we walked. Usually I would sneak into Cosmopolitan or if I saw Vogue or Rolling Stone I would grab those. I think fashion is meant to be a form of statement even if people don’t realize it. Like today, I had stayed up extremely late tossing and turning. And I prayed I wouldn’t have to go to work… So instead of properly getting dressed; I wore my pajamas. I agree that body language and studying others can teach you so much more about them than they ever could. Parts of them they won’t open up about you can slowly start to see as you grow closer with them. I think it’s wonderful but also a bit intimidating… I think Jade wouldn’t mind being your little test subject to study. As long as you let him do the same.

Oh I adore green tea. Peppermint helps me with bloating because I’ve been eating bad things my body can’t handle. I love green tea because it helps my metabolism so I don’t feel yucky. I would love to drink tea with you. I will invest in fancy cups and arrange snacks. It’ll be fun. For now, let’s cheer to improving our health. We only have one body per lifetime. So we have to take care of it.

Ahhhhhh… His button ups and suspenders make me feel shaken. I love how it looks but I also am a big fan of ‘flipping the script’. Mostro Lounge/Work Mode Jade… Removing his coat and scarf after a long day… His sleeves rolled up… Ahhhh he’s been gaining muscle so his clothes look tighter… I’m gonna… It’s gonna come out… I have to calm down… I want to see him in lots of different clothes as he experiences the wonders of living a life where clothing is necessary. I will dress him up again soon.

Two of them? Please, introduce me some time. I love Yumejoshi/danshi. I love the idea of falling in love with your favorite character so much that you make an OC to kiss them. I really don’t mind. I would love it. I have an OC I ship with Leona and an entire side blog for it.

I have a headcanon I can share, a small one since my message has gotten long… And I can always make posts about him! It’s a silly one but I think you can tell when Jade is stressed ONLY by if you see lint clinging to his clothes. I see him as a diet version of Patrick Bateman (in the worst way possible) and I think Jade is insanely clean. You can see in his dorm room since the Tweels actually share that Jade is extremely clean and put together. Which means he lint rolls, steams, and folds/hangs everything. I think only when he’s falling apart will you ever see something so… Natural… He’s great at hiding his feelings and keeping himself together visibly but this is the one thing he can’t escape. It’s a bit silly but… I like including it in writing. I have in the past but the fic has been taken down. I want to redo it one day.

Thank you for coming to chat with me, Mariposa. I cannot wait to see you again.

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Sanremo 2024: cantanti e ospiti della prima serata del Festival

La prima serata di Sanremo 2024 si preannuncia ricca di emozioni: saranno infatti presenti tutte 30 le canzoni in gara.

Il Festival di Sanremo 2024 si apre con una prima serata ricca di emozioni, presentando tutte e 30 le canzoni in gara. Il conduttore e direttore artistico Amadeus ha scelto di offrire al pubblico e alla giuria una panoramica completa delle proposte musicali in competizione.

Scaletta prima serata Sanremo 2024

Ecco la lista degli artisti – in ordine alfabetico – e le rispettive canzoni presentate nella prima serata di Sanremo 2024:

Alessandra Amoroso – “Fino a qui”

Alfa – “Vai!”

Angelina Mango – “La noia”

Annalisa – “Sinceramente”

BigMama – “La rabbia non ti basta”

Bnkr44 – “Governo Punk”

Clara – “Diamanti grezzi”

Dargen D’Amico – “Onda alta”

Diodato – “Ti muovi”

Emma – “Apnea”

Fiorella Mannoia – “Mariposa”

Fred De Palma – “Il cielo non ci vuole”

Gazzelle – “Tutto qui”

Geolier – “I p’ me, tu p’ te”

Ghali – “Casa mia”

Il Tre – “Fragili”

Il Volo – “Capolavoro”

Irama – “Tu no”

La Sad – “Autodistruttivo”

Loredana Berté – “Pazza”

Mahmood – “Tuta gold”

Maninni – “Spettacolare”

Mr.Rain – “Due altalene”

Negramaro – “Ricominciamo tutto”

Renga-Nek – “Pazzo di te”

Ricchi e Poveri – “Ma non tutta la vita”

Rose Villain – “Click boom!”

Sangiovanni – “Finiscimi”

Santi Francesi – “L’amore in bocca”

The Kolors – “Un ragazzo una ragazza”

Ospiti prima serata Sanremo 2024

Il co-conduttore Marco Mengoni, vincitore dell’edizione 2023 con “Due Vite“, sarà anche l’unico ospite musicale della prima serata di Sanremo 2024. Amadeus ha deciso di concentrare l’attenzione sulla gara, riducendo il numero di ospiti e puntando a una grande festa che celebri la musica.

Sul Suzuki Stage in Piazza Colombo si esibirà Lazza. Sul palco galleggiante della Costa Smeralda canterà invece Tedua. In collegamento dal glass box di Viva Rai2! ci saranno Fiorello, Fabrizio Biggio e Alessia Marcuzzi.

La classifica

La classifica parziale durante la prima serata di Sanremo 2024 sarà annunciata mostrando solo le prime cinque posizioni, creando suspense per gli spettatori. La giuria della sala stampa, composta da giornalisti di radio, TV e web, avrà il compito di valutare le esibizioni e contribuire alla formazione della classifica.

Dove vedere il Festival di Sanremo 2024

Il Festival di Sanremo 2024 sarà trasmesso su Rai1 e in streaming su RaiPlay a partire dalle 20:45. La competizione si svolgerà dal 6 al 10 febbraio.

[eris-the-phantom-thief]

Hana blinked, “Wait….you recognize me from magazines?” This guy didn’t look like the kind that bought or even paid a glance to fashion magazines.

Granted, she did model under a stage name mainly to avoid all the noise. Mariposa was the name she modeled under…

She pushed her hair a little bit as she put her book away.

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫.   ❞  It really bugged him that he couldn’t put a name to the face…or in this case the memory. “I’ve seen that mug of yours somewhere before but I just can’t remember.” It HAD to have been a magazine or something. “Screw it..I give up it’s not like you’re a famous model or somethin’...are you?”

continue from here / @eris-the-phantom-thief

[mariposamagazine]

Manic Pixie Swamp Thing

a short story by Laura Garnica

Leo Torres looked at his Apple watch again, his left foot tapping restlessly on the pavement. He ran a large, clumsy hand through his wavy black hair and glanced up at the rising moon. It gets dark so early now.

6:06.

Should I send a text? He wondered. Nah, I’ll give it another five minutes. She’ll be here.

He fidgeted with the straps of his blue face mask. It took some getting used to, even after seven months of living through a pandemic. Leo worked from home, so he rarely went into public spaces, rarely had to bother with putting one on. He still couldn’t get over the discomfort– it made him think of the face-huggers from Alien.

6:07.

He hoped the other café patrons weren’t getting creeped out. Tall brown kid with a backpack lurking on the street corner, practically sweating with nerves despite the chill October air… and this café was in one of the nicer parts of the city, on top of that. An elderly white lady stared him down and clutched her Chanel purse a little tighter as she passed him on the sidewalk. “Maldita vieja bruja,” he muttered with an eye roll. But Leo didn’t want to get a table without his date; it seemed more polite to wait so that they could go to the hostess together. Or am I just overthinking it?

6:08.

Was this even a good idea? Asking out a girl whose face you’ve never seen? Leo’s friends had given him so much shit when they found out she didn’t have social media.

“How do even you know if she’s cute or not?” Sammy had demanded. “It’s practically a blind date– and she’s already deaf.”

Leo bristled. “First of all, she’s just mute, not deaf. And second, there’s more important things than appearance, dick.”

Sammy and their other roommate, Josh, had crept into Leo’s bedroom during his ASL class yesterday to catch a glimpse of their friend’s mysterious crush. Leo had almost burst a vein when he spotted them in the corner of his screen, their goofy faces peering over his shoulder like a couple of kids, barely containing their snickering. The minute class was over, he stormed into the kitchen to glare at them.

Sammy nudged him with a grin. “Bro, she was the only one wearing a mask in her video. You’re telling me she shows up to virtual class like that, every time?”

Leo shrugged, turning pink.

“I mean, she’s always zooming from this café in uptown, so she kinda has to.”

“What, like she hasn’t had internet at home the whole semester?”

Josh looked up from his phone to add “…it’s a little sus, dude.”

“And her name is… Lilin? Is that some crunchy-granola white girl name? Like did they forget to add the ‘a’ for Lilian?”

Leo couldn’t help but crack a smile at this. It was kind of a weird name.

Josh started laughing– “Ey, maybe that’s the answer, Sam. Maybe her family is the hardcore hippy type– you know, like the ones who believe in chemtrails and don’t even own a microwave or a tv.”

Whatever. She was nice, and she was really sweet when they got paired up in class last week. Besides, she was way better at ASL than him, and she didn’t seem to mind helping him out. She was a good listener, too… although she didn’t offer up much information about herself, so it was a pretty one sided conversation. Have to remedy that today, he thought.

6:10.

A slender girl with silky white-blonde hair that fell to her hips emerged from the crowded crosswalk. Her dark eyes sparked with recognition when she spotted Leo, who began enthusiastically waving an arm in the air in front of Cafe Étude. She wore a burgundy sundress over a black turtleneck and tights, with a black mask made of some kind of silky material. Leo adjusted the collar of his button down nervously.

Hi, he signed.

Hi, Leo. Nice to finally meet you in person, she replied, her spidery hands moving far more deftly than his.

He nodded towards the podium by the entrance of the café, and they walked up to the bored-looking hostess together.

“Table for two?” she drawled. “Sit anywhere you like,” gesturing to the recently expanded outdoor seating, each metal table placed a careful six feet apart from the next, spilling over the sidewalk into the street.

“Thanks,” Leo replied. They found an empty table in the corner of the outdoor seating area nearest to the café itself. Leo slung his backpack off his shoulders and leaned it against one of the table legs, rummaging around for his school binder and lecture notes. He felt her dark eyes watching him even before he resurfaced, arms full of papers and notebooks and his beat up laptop. She had such a curious presence about her… Or I’m just not used to being around new people anymore, he thought sheepishly. Still, Leo found himself reluctant to meet those strange eyes.

I’m glad you asked me to study with you. It’s better signing in person than over Zoom, she relayed. She bent down to gather her own laptop out of her satchel, white-blonde hair falling in a curtain over her face. It was sort of absurd, how long it was. Leo hadn’t seen a girl with hair that long since elementary school days. As she tucked it behind her ear, he got a glimpse of the edges of her mask– it was definitely one of those fancy ones, because it covered every inch of her face below the eyes, and tied behind her ears instead of relying on the usual cheap elastic bands.

What is it? she signed.

Leo felt his face flush in embarrassment.

Your hair. It’s really long.

She didn’t blink. Leo’s hands stuttered.

In a good way! It’s pretty, I mean.

Her eyes crinkled ever so slightly– the barest hint of a smile. She popped open her laptop– an old PC, no stickers– and the blue-aproned waiter returned, hovering over them with a notepad. Leo quickly asked Lilin what she wanted.

“One latte and one iced earl grey tea, please. And uh, some toast, too.” The waiter scurried away, and Leo smiled at Lilin under his mask, before realizing she probably couldn’t tell if he was smiling, either.

He remembered she had mentioned moving to the city recently, and asked her how it had been, transitioning during a pandemic.

It was… okay, she replied, her hands moving much more slowly now. It’s just me, so… there wasn’t much to move.

Oh. Where are you from, anyways? Sorry, I feel like I should know that.

At this she paused, dark eyes boring into him, unblinking.

Very far from here. You wouldn’t know it.

A tense silence formed and began to stretch between them– Leo unsure of how to reply when she so clearly didn’t want to open up.

Thankfully their waiter returned before the awkwardness became unbearable, balancing a plate of toast and their two drinks in small ceramic cups.

“Ah, thank you so much,” Leo called to the waiter as she left their table.

“You mind if I…?” he gestured to his face.

I promise I’m good, I just took a test on Monday (it was negative) and I took my temperature before I came here, he signed.

Lilin nodded, the strange look in her eyes gone. Leo sighed with relief as he removed his cloth mask, folding it neatly in his lap. He smiled nervously. Why was she so cagey when I asked about where she moved from? he thought. He grabbed a slice of toast from the plate and started nibbling on it, flipping through yesterday’s lecture notes. He looked up at the sound of her grabbing her glass of tea, and tried to hide his excitement. Leo tried not to stare as she carefully adjusted the cup a few inches to the right of her laptop. No reveal. She caught him staring and he fixed his face so his disappointment wasn’t so palpable. Lilin said nothing, but he felt like she was smirking at him.

Their study session passed by quickly, Lilin often stopping to ask if he needed help, or creating conversation. He found himself telling her about his siblings back home, his longtime interest in languages, his love of animals. She had very little to say when he asked the same questions of her, but that seemed to be her MO so he quickly gave up on pushing her.

You raised pigs yourself? she asked, her eyes incredulous.

Damn, this really is a good way to practice, he thought as he struggled to convey that the agriculture program was a big deal in a small, rural town like his. Not to mention he grew up on a ranch for half his childhood.

Did you feel bad for them? She asked.

Who, the pigs? Yes. Worst part.

Her eyes narrowed in what was either a concerned frown, or a strange half smile, he couldn’t be sure.

She never took off her mask once, not even to try the toast. By nine, they had covered the entire midterm practice exam.

Cafe Étude began closing up shop, so Leo and Lilin began to pack up their things as well.

How are you feeling about the midterm next week? Lilin signed.

Do you think you still need more practice? If you want to keep going tonight, I don’t mind. She slung her satchel over her shoulders and stared at him expectantly. Leo chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, I definitely feel better about it, but knowing myself, that probably doesn’t mean much. I don’t wanna put you out though, Lilin! It was really nice of you to even meet up with me to study in the first place.”

She stepped closer to him, and the scent of seaweed and ocean brine tickled his nostrils. The city was thirty miles from the nearest beach, but suddenly that didn’t seem to matter in the moment.

It’s okay, Leo, I’m happy to help. You’re very nice. This was a nice study… date.

Leo felt his face burning under his mask. I mean, this was going pretty well but I didn’t think it was going THAT well, he thought incredulously.

He started when he felt a cold hand enveloping his, Lilin trailing her long fingers across his palm. Her eyes, so dark and deep, unblinking on his. It felt like his head was leaving his shoulders, like those strange, lovely eyes were hypnotizing him. He slowly reached towards her ear, hands trembling as he brushed the edge of her mask with his fingertips. Then her hand was around his wrist like a vice, pulling it away from her face with barely restrained force. She let go to sign, her hands moving quickly, urgently.

No, not here. Let’s finish studying at my place? I live alone.

Everything felt so far away, like Leo was watching the scene unfold from the comfort and distance of a movie theater seat. Getting his hands to reply felt like having to wade through deep water.

Okay.

Her cold hand was on his again, and before he knew it the café was far behind, as well as the bustling streets of mid-city. The streetlights became infrequent, their light a dull orange on quiet sidewalks where rows of identical, impassive houses loomed over the couple. Leo didn’t recognize this part of town, it seemed strangely empty. He found that he couldn’t even remember what streets they had taken to get there. Lilin hadn’t let go of his hand since they had started walking, so they walked in silence. That odd scent continued to waft behind her, that briny, seaweed smell. Her hand was so cold and clammy, and even though his was like a radiator it hadn’t warmed in the slightest. Yet still, Leo couldn’t find it in himself to be worried. Her white-blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, those dark, dark eyes. It was enough just to see her, be near her. There was something special about her, he felt.

At last Lilin came to a halt, and let go of his hand to sign we’re here.

It was a bland house similar in style to its neighbors on that long, endless street, converted into apartments, all of which looked empty. Leo realized that there hadn’t seemed to be any places with their lights on since they’d turned on this street.

Lilin rummaged around in her bag for keys, then led him up the porch stairs to the red door on the left. Leo took out his phone to offer some light as she fumbled with the lock in the dark. A harsh scraping sound and then the click of the door being opened– strange, Leo thought. No service out here. He gently tapped her shoulder.

Hey, Lilin, does your phone have service? he signed. She simply stared at him for a moment before stepping into the pitch-black hallway. Leo waited for lights to come on, but they never did– instead, the rusty scrape of a match could be heard, and there was Lilin lighting a candle wall sconce as if it was the most normal thing in the world. But still… something in him told him it was just part of her nature, not to worry. Candle light seemed to suit her better, somehow. Yes, this was how it was supposed to be. He stepped through the doorway into the velvety darkness.

It was cold. The air felt stagnant, like the place hadn’t seen fresh air in weeks.

Lilin blew out the lit match and took the candle she had lit from its sconce, using it to light the other candles scattered throughout the hallway. The flames seemed to duplicate each time one was lit, until he realized that there were mirrors of all different sizes covering the drab walls. It was a rather small foyer with a single doorway at the end. Whatever was beyond that doorway was a mystery; the darkness was a door of its own, obscuring whatever lay beyond their little circle of candlelight. She dropped her satchel to the floor with a thunk, not even giving it a second glance. Once the hall candles were lit, she walked back to Leo and placed the candle in his hand, gently wrapping his fingers around its base.

I want to show you something, Leo, she signed. He swallowed thickly, a nervous smile spreading slowly under his mask. It was cold, but he felt lucky. She chose me, he thought sluggishly.

Lilin reached for the bottom of her skirt and pulled her dress over her head in a quick fluid motion. She tossed the garment into the dark, unlit room adjacent to the foyer. In shock, all Leo could do was continue to stand there holding the candle, staring like an idiot. Lilin moved on to her boots, her tights, and then before he could process any of it, she was naked, save for her mask. Her body was thin, so thin her ribs protruded from her abdomen. Her skin was the same uniform milky paleness, almost translucent in areas that it stretched thinly over her bones. Not a single freckle or mole or distinguishing mark, just that smooth white glow. Almost like the belly of a fish, a thought came to him from far, far away. Her long hair gleamed in the candlelight, sections covering her nakedness like a Renaissance painting.

She walked slowly, deliberately around him till he felt cold, slender arms tenderly wrapping around his waist from behind. Her skin was even colder than the air in the room– it made him shiver, and yet, seeing their reflection in the mirrors around them gave him that strange sense of belonging again– she chose him. He was lucky, wasn’t he? Her hands ran over the front of his jacket, unzipping it, and he felt her chin rest gently on his shoulder.

Leo barely felt the heat of the candle wax that was now dripping down his hand. Somewhere, some small part of him wondered what the fuck was going on. And still, he could do nothing, say nothing… He wanted to leave, but he had to see her face. He had to. Then things would make sense, then he could leave.

“Lilin…”

And then her spidery fingers were reaching behind her ears, the whisper soft sound of the silk ties running through her hair as she loosened the mask. Through the mirror before them, her eyes did not leave his, did not blink. It was so cold, he realized, so cold in that hallway. The flickering candlelight cast strange shadows on the walls and floors, whose spaces between the mirrors he saw were blank and dingy. No photos, no decorations, no windows, either. The wax burning his flesh felt so far away now.

Lilin slowly pulled her mask from her face, the ties trailing against his shoulder, and Leo watched through the mirror with absurd fascination as she revealed an empty black hole where her nose should have been. The skin of her face was drawn tight, like plastic stretched over a skull. A mouth that was like a fresh gash on her face, her lips raw and red and far too long– her smile nearly stretched from ear to ear.

Lilin let her mask fall softly to the floor before wrapping her arms around him again, tighter. Leo found that he could not move. Maybe he hadn’t been able to move this whole time. He couldn’t even move his head to look back at the door. Was there a door to begin with? The memory of the keys and the flashlight and the sound of the lock scraping open felt like memories from another lifetime.

What time is it? Their faces next to one another in the mirror looked almost comical; a study in opposites. His own face, still somehow so calm and relaxed. But there wasn’t anything to worry about, anymore, really.

Lilin’s strange, awful mouth began to move. Those red, raw lips parting to reveal a crimson mouth lined with row upon row of long, thin, glittering teeth.

Teeth like an anglerfish, he thought to himself from far away, with strange amusement.

A voice like a scream, a song like a dirge filled the dark corners of the room.

[gracexharrisx]

This are some of the pages in my magazine and how it is formatted and layout. I know that its slightly different to my flat plan but I have tried to arrange it in some order and how I feel that it would be best to place it in and have it in different sections with illustrations of showing makeup and how we are objects, showing pieces that using devices like tv, phones and keys and photography that is seen in experimental way and can link to surrealism

[presteguiblog]

Ilustración y tatuaje #ilustración #illustration #tatuaje #tattoo #portrait #retratos #editorial #magazine #people #dynamicink #colortattoo #intenze #drawing #dibujo #sketch #digitalart #michaelkeatondouglas #mariposa #butterflytattoo #mummra #thundercats #brucelee #batman

[berniesrevolution]

The Atlantic

in 1851, members of a California state militia called the Mariposa Battalion became the first white men to lay eyes on Yosemite Valley. The group was largely made up of miners. They had been scouring the western slopes of the Sierra when they happened upon the granite valley that Native peoples had long referred to as “the place of a gaping mouth.” Lafayette Bunnell, a physician attached to the militia, found himself awestruck. “None but those who have visited this most wonderful valley, can even imagine the feelings with which I looked upon the view,” he later wrote. “A peculiar exalted sensation seemed to fill my whole being, and I found my eyes in tears.” Many of those who have followed in Bunnell’s footsteps over the past 170 years, walking alongside the Merced River or gazing upon the god-rock of El Capitan, have been similarly struck by the sense that they were in the presence of the divine.

The Mariposa Battalion had come to Yosemite to kill Indians. Yosemite’s Miwok tribes, like many of California’s Native peoples, were obstructing a frenzy of extraction brought on by the Gold Rush. And whatever Bunnell’s fine sentiments about nature, he made his contempt for these “overgrown, vicious children” plain:

Any attempt to govern or civilize them without the power to compel obedience, will be looked upon by barbarians with derision … The savage is naturally vain, cruel and arrogant. He boasts of his murders and robberies, and the tortures of his victims very much in the same manner that he recounts his deeds of valor in battle.

When the roughly 200 men of the Mariposa Battalion marched into Yosemite, armed with rifles, they did not find the Miwok eager for battle. While the Miwok hid, the militiamen sought to starve them into submission by burning their food stores, souring the valley’s air with the smell of scorched acorns. On one particularly bloody day, some of the men came upon an inhabited village outside the valley, surprising the Miwok there. They used embers from the tribe’s own campfires to set the wigwams aflame and shot at the villagers indiscriminately as they fled, murdering 23 of them. By the time the militia’s campaign ended, many of the Miwok who survived had been driven from Yosemite, their homeland for millennia, and forced onto reservations.

Thirty-nine years later, Yosemite became the fifth national park. (Yellowstone, which was granted that status in 1872, was the first.) The parks were intended to be natural cathedrals: protected landscapes where people could worship the sublime. They offer Americans the thrill of looking back over their shoulder at a world without humans or technology. Many visit them to find something that exists outside or beyond us, to experience an awesome sense of scale, to contemplate our smallness and our ephemerality. It was for this reason that John Muir, the father of modern conservationism, advocated for the parks’ creation.

More than a century ago, in the pages of this magazine, Muir described the entire American continent as a wild garden “favored above all the other wild parks and gardens of the globe.” But in truth, the North American continent has not been a wilderness for at least 15,000 years: Many of the landscapes that became national parks had been shaped by Native peoples for millennia. Forests on the Eastern Seaboard looked plentiful to white settlers because American Indians had strategically burned them to increase the amount of forage for moose and deer and woodland caribou. Yosemite Valley’s sublime landscape was likewise tended by Native peoples; the acorns that fed the Miwok came from black oaks long cultivated by the tribe. The idea of a virgin American wilderness—an Eden untouched by humans and devoid of sin—is an illusion.

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[anakiyori]

[mariposa]

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GLASSES : Nyoko - Aika Glasses @ Kustom9 *

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BUILDING : HAI.K /THROUGHTHEDREAM/ HOUSE @ Kustom9 *

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[gra-sonas]

The film and television industry in New Mexico and across the country could grind to a halt in coming weeks as the national union representing more than 90 trades seeks authorization to call for a strike against motion picture and television producers.

The International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees, or IATSE, on Tuesday announced it would seek a vote to authorize the union to call for a strike among its 60,000 members.

The Los Angeles Times reported the authorization vote could come as soon as Oct. 1. IATSE did not announce a vote date.

IATSE Local 480 in New Mexico has about 1,600 members currently working on 11 productions in New Mexico, said Local 480 President Liz Pecos.

These include the TV show Roswell, New Mexico, which started filming its fourth season in July at Santa Fe Studios, and the feature film Trail Blazers set to start shooting soon at Mariposa King Studios near Chama.

“Trail Blazers is ready to shoot in October, but a strike is starting to loom,” Mariposa Chief Operating Officer Tomas Sanchez said. “I definitely think they are going to strike. I think it’s a bad time, but I also understand if you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything.”

Trail Blazers would have 150 people at Mariposa, which has backlots and green-screen facilities, and five employees, said Sanchez, a Screen Actors Guild member.

Santa Fe Studios, located off N.M. 14 just south of Interstate 25, has about 100 people on board for Roswell, New Mexico and about 10 studio employees, said Octavio Marin, the studio’s vice president of production and operations.

“We believe this will work out for the better,” Marin said. “We strongly believe it will work out. The industry is as strong as ever. It is always in the best interest to keep working.”

New Mexico had 72 film and television productions in the 2021 fiscal year that ended in June, with $624 million in direct spending and employing an estimated 9,000 New Mexicans, the state Film Office reported.

New Mexico has six studios with 23 soundstages and numerous other smaller production companies and studios without soundstages. MovieMaker magazine ranks Albuquerque as the No. 1 big city for filmmakers to live in (not counting New York and Los Angeles), and Santa Fe is the No. 3 small city. Businessfacilities.com ranks New Mexico at No. 2 behind Georgia as “film production leaders.”

The national IATSE in its Tuesday announcement cited “excessively unsafe and harmful working hours" in addition to concerns about wages for the lowest-paid crafts. Other items mentioned included pay for workers on certain "new media" projects.

“It is incomprehensible that the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers … claims it cannot provide behind-the-scenes crews with basic human necessities like adequate sleep, meal breaks, and living wages,” the IATSE statement reads. “Worse, management does not appear to even recognize our core issues as problems that exist in the first place.”

IATSE walked away from months of negotiations with the alliance after producers announced no counteroffer would be made to the union's most recent proposal.

“When we began negotiations with the IATSE months ago, we discussed the economic realities and the challenges facing the entertainment industry as we work to recover from the economic fallout from the COVID-19 pandemic,” the producers group said in a statement. “In choosing to leave the bargaining table to seek a strike authorization vote, the IATSE leadership walked away from a generous comprehensive package.”

IATSE Local 480, based in Santa Fe, is “the crew members that are largely responsible for prep and the making of all motion picture, television and streaming content,” Pecos said.

That includes construction, costumes, electricity, props, painters, hair and makeup, set dressing and numerous other trades. IATSE does not cover teamsters, directors and artistic directors, writers or actors, Pecos said.

“A strike authorization vote has been called for,” Pecos wrote in an email. “We are mobilizing members for a strike authorization vote. This is not a call for a strike. A strike would mean that all IATSE workers that work under the Area Standards Agreement and Hollywood Basic Agreement would stop work, leaving the vast majority of positions necessary to make a production vacant.”