#school portrait

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[tofuttibreak]

[xtrablak674]

In Case of Death Approved Portraits

Recently I have been doing a lot of planning for my inevitable death, facts we will all die eventually. Some of it may be spurred by the recent death of my last parent. But I think it aligns with my personality of having my business in order, that and the fact that frankly there isn't anyone currently alive I would trust with coming up with the visual aesthetics for my life as well as I could.

I have written my obituary and now have selected the photos I would like used in case of my death. I have been very diligent in trying to photograph myself with folks I do care for, so they can have one of those "In case of death" photos that you can post on your FB page. It may seem a little dark, but nothing I hate more than hinky photos of folks used after their death, so if I make my own selection that won't be an issue.

Ultimately its usually just one image that is used, but I would like to have some options.

This school photo from Uriah Hill Elementary School is a classic image. The bold stripped shirt the very classic eyeglasses and most classic abso-smurfly no smile. It sets the tone for the rest of my life most of my images formal or otherwise I am not smiling and if you know my people you know this isn't unusual. I don't come from a toothy family we hide our teeth and usually appear neutral in our photos.

Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of the Performing Arts senior portrait. The story behind this fake tuxedo image is my friend who was a model Eva Matuka (maiden name) she was by the photographer encouraging folks to smile and I think she made me laugh which read as a smile, which I truly do not have a natural smile. But the falsity of this image I give full credit to Ms. Matuka. Its a great senior photo and appropriate one to sit next to the much more famous Adrien Brody in our year book.

This image is a self portrait I am pretty sure I took on my first iPad. I am wearing a shirt by local designer Gureje, a custom hat made just for me by Quintin Johnson, a striped scarf purchased on my 2007 trip to Peru along with a necklace bought on the same trip remixed by Christine Wiley, some bead bought at a street fair and t-shirt by Minoritees purchased at the local boutique Pieces run by Latisha Darling. Glasses by Warby Parker. I love this shot because it embodies my personal creativity in how I style myself. This image inspired an illustration done by a former co-worker Jennifer Birkenhead.

This last image was taken by master photographer Rog Walker with his wife Bee Walker at the book party for Dandy Lion: The Black Dandy and Street Style by Shantrelle P. Lewis. Ms. Lewis had curated my work in an exhibition at Museum Of Contemporary African Diasporan Arts. My necklace is by artist Alicia Pillar paired with a piece from an Ghanian artisan. My vest by local designer Gureje and the shirt purchased at Century 21 by Jhane Barnes printed in Japan. Glasses by Warby Parker.

This look speaks to my life a mish-mash of different items coming together to create one person and a look. It embodies my art and artistic aesthetics which were a bit beyond conventional categorization. And like two of the other photos the same style of glasses connecting my youth to my adulthood. Layering is something I revisited over and over again in my styling heavily inspired by Erykah Badu and the energy of the Brooklyn streets.

[Photos by Brown Estate]

[pepoboyz]

the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

you’ve left me in the dark

[id: a digital portrait of leola from the dragon prince. a young elven girl with purple and blue skin with stars as freckles. she has long white hair with a magenta galaxy-like underside and small braids framing her face. she has magenta eyes and a single purple horn, like a unicorn’s, coming from her forehead. she wears a sleeveless high-necked deep purple top with a star in the middle of her chest, glowing. she is looking up, the background around her featuring tendrils of smoke and a burst of lines behind her. end id]

[rufinoniku]

[shivroy]

kendalling in oil

[tenderanarchist]

Was feeling my fit today

[egophiliac]

have you seen the new nightwear groovy? alas, the dream of the animal onesies or the pillow fight groovy are dashed 😞 - i have yet to see the card's story but i assume that yuu is interviewing the boys again this year like the birthday boy cards cause there's no other characters in the card (?)

I too am disappointed that we didn't get a big full-on pillow fight. 😔 but he DOES battle by throwing his pillow, so at least we get some cushion action in there!

it looks like this round of birthday cards aren't going to be interviews/conversations, at least not for most of it -- the first part was Jamil talking to Ortho (who he duos with) about what his dormmates are doing for his birthday (they're setting up a surprise party/parade (because Kalim) but they're doing an extremely bad job of it and he's having to go around making sure that they don't screw it up) (being Jamil is suffering). second part was Jamil talking to his (unvoiced mob) roommate and answering Crowley's School Improvement Survey (he wants bigger bathrooms) (also a fridge in his room) (actually, make that a whole kitchen) (but mostly bigger bathrooms). then third part was his ~morning routine~, aka talking to himself about his hair and makeup, as one does in a visual novel. it's less cohesive than the previous birthday stories, but it's all pretty chill and there's some fun stuff in there! (Najma sent him hair stuff for his birthday that's way too fancy and he can't decide if she did it to annoy him or not. truly, being Jamil is indeed suffering.)

if all the cards are going to be about nightly/morning routine though, we're going to absolutely melt when we get to Vil, brace yourselves

[eirene]

Mary Magdalene, 1530-1535 Flemish School

[civetside]

me and my endless lesbian yearning

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[casheugh]

Robert Sean Leonard and Hugh Laurie needa get easier faces to draw

[somerandomcockroach]

A large burning canvas could be seen in the distance.

The neat fingers, full of small dents from the friction of the sword handle, caught a small flame, which immediately went out from faint pressure.

There was silence, a living silence, one of those that strains with its sound. A warm wind heated his battered, but carefully polished armor.

"You want to say something"

"I want" Blurr answered, turning sharply to the dark silhouette behind him that was quietly watching him until now. He clenched his fist with a grinding sound, where the spark died out, and demonstratively opened it towards the darkness. "And this is how you are paid for making the world freer! This is what remains of your legacy, and you react as if it doesn’t concern you at all!"

"It does not concern me anymore" the figure answered him calmly.

"Shockwave, stop!"

"Is that an order?"

"It's a request” His angry expression made it clear that this request was an obligation. “I just don't recognize you for these few months." His hand shook slightly with anger. Black smoke seeped through the cracks in his armor.

"I don't recognize myself for even longer time." Blurr visibly trembled at these words, realizing where the dialogue was leading. Shockwave slowly approached, his long, deformed fingers, three times longer than one of Blurr's fingers, carefully reached out to his hand and wrapped his palms in his huge paws, kneeling down to be on the same level with him. "Blurr, I-"

Blurr turned his head away so as not to see one piercing, but such a swampy dim light of his terrifying eye, which had become more precious to him than his weekly knightly brigandage. "Shut up. It's too early, we haven't agreed on when exactly to do this"

The dull mass of metal, which was only a tangible casing, after some hope of catching at least a spark of doubt, only lowered its head heavily. The crackling of the fire continued to be heard around. The soot reached them, gifting them with at least some warm light among the shades of cold before dying. Realization, regret, reluctance were not reflected in the knight's optics. His armor, always proudly looking into the face of danger, now reflected only the cowardly lights of the fire from behind. Despite this, he did not remove his hand from the strong lock until the blades themselves parted. Shockwave disappeared. Disappeared as he had done for the past few months.

Blurr turned back to the burning wall. From afar were heard screams, squeals, grinding, clanking. The column of fire did not subside, as if it was fed by fuel from secret reserves. It had been burning like that for hours, as if to show the greatness of this building over others that would have left only a column of smoke long ago.

Shockwave's last school of dark magic was burning out, as was the will of its creator to live.

[pinkravat-art]

Posting some of my stuff from the capital F Final!

Watercolour / academic drawing / sketching

Graduation is so close.. i have 2 exams left and im free!!

[dennydreadful]

observations i've made about how people respond to different outfits i've worn. idk why but the greasy sloppy look drives old (like elderly) men crazy. maybe its my toes.

[darknessdrops]

fragile and easily broken