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yottiemcgottie · 4 years ago
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Christoph Schlingensief
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yottiemcgottie · 4 years ago
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Christoph Schlingensief
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yottiemcgottie · 4 years ago
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Where the Mystery is present, joy is infinite; where the Mystery has departed, efficacy is exhausted and the spirit disappears.
Ge Hong (via adboyntonii-blog-blog)
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yottiemcgottie · 4 years ago
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Greg Friedler, Quentin Crisp, 1998
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yottiemcgottie · 4 years ago
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Quentin Crisp by Angus McBean, 1941. Modern bromide print from an original negative. London, National Portrait Gallery.
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yottiemcgottie · 4 years ago
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GINA X  - NO GDM
It’s utterly impossible to resist a New Wave song that’s a tribute to motherfucking Quentin Crisp, sung in heavily-accented Teutonic English.
This enigmatic, detached synth-pop number from German cabaret pop group Gina X Performance rocked 1979 Contains full-on vocoder effects and pounding synth bassline. Sexy, creepy, robotic.
No great dark man, but great dark song.
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yottiemcgottie · 5 years ago
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Dreammachine
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yottiemcgottie · 5 years ago
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I spent the past year, most recently the past few months with a smug and self-satisfied attitude about one of my greatest accomplishments in life so far: becoming friends with Freddy Leighton. How did I, someone who had had such trouble assimilating to DC, get so lucky to have found a soulmate here? Someone who appreciated and loved every big and little thing about me as much as I did them? How did someone like me, who is friendly and kind, but extremely reserved toward new people, end up falling mutually in love with this person so incredibly fast? Is it even possible that I could be so accepted and admired by someone without having to sift through months, years of unfolding? This friendship gifted me with the rare ability to feel completely at home within myself, completely free to be myself without questioning a single thing or wondering where I stood. You did that on purpose, didn’t you Freddy? You did things immediately without any sort of planned out process. You put yourself out there, and I picked up what you were puttin down. I was so ready for it. You gave me love and harmony without me having to work for it. I got a warm, tight embrace of the soul from the first smile I saw of yours and the first conversation, and of course from the first dance moves. I knew that I loved you the minute I met you, I just didn’t know how deeply.
I’ve been arrogant in my head (maybe outwardly too, who knows) about how fortunate I am to have been brought closely into your life so quickly. It’s because I’m very insecure about my place in the DC community that I find myself in 2.5 years after moving here. A place that I grew up but that was so very hard to come back to, almost like it wasn’t home anymore at all. A place where it’s easy to have many acquaintances but near impossible to make fast friends that you stay close with. Why is that so? Well, it didn’t really matter anymore when you had Freddy in your life. He brought everything floating around in the air of our troubled minds back to earth. He constantly reminded you of the good in life, because he was so, so good. He was therapeutic to be around. I congratulated myself for being in the right place at the right time in order for us to meet. I met someone who lives and breathes music the way I do, that bonded with me over our shared tastes the way parents bond over a newborn baby. I can’t listen to music when I’m alone right now.
Without fully realizing it (but yes, actually very much being conscious of this), I thought you know what, with all of the emptiness I feel in this social scene and the DC material-focused, competitive life, what actually matters most to me (along with some other important things of course) is that I have Freddy. Freddy was home. Freddy was an anchor. A constant beam of infectious joy no matter what was happening in his own life. He was a happiness disease that I was ready to be plagued by every single day. Time, the universe, life, the spirit world, God, whatever, had given me a gift that sustained me in a time and place that I do struggle with (another story). I counted my blessings. I am rather broken inside and I’m healing, slowly, from a lot of pain. He made it worth it. He knew that I felt that way.
I told him all the time about how I felt because I didn’t hold anything back from him. We were constantly swimming in the same lane, on the same page, riding the same wave, vibing on the exact same philosophies of life and greater truths we wanted to experience. Let alone sharing both of our first loves, music. He gave me the urge to go forth in JOY and fun when oftentimes it’s easier to let bitterness, cynicism, and depression lead the way. I felt so sure about my life with Freddy now in it, as of September/October 2018. Finally, I was able to rest! I had true love.
I can’t even be angry at him for disappearing. I can only feel empty. I can only feel that half of my heart that’s gone and the hope that I had for my future staying in DC and actually being happy here evaporate. My anchor has detached. This may seem like a lot of weight to put on one person. But he knew he meant that much to me, he knew that I felt like I found pure gold in a barren land. He felt like he had found it in me too. That has been one of the greatest honors I’ll ever know and that I’ll continue to wear like a medal. I have pride from my love.
All one has to do is look at one of the many photos and videos of Freddy laughing, singing, dancing, petting cats, rapping, making up jokes, wearing wigs, smiling that up-to-no-good grin, dancing in the street, Facetiming… to know how special he was. I’ve really lost something rare that can’t be replaced. There can never be another person as sweet, funny, open-minded, creative, gentle, patient, positive, silly, expressive, down for the count, honest or real as Freddy. He brought out the best in me every single time we spoke, interacted, or spent time together. It is still so unreal that I don’t have that best friend energy in my life, his texts in my phone, his funny or musical videos in my Instagram direct messages, his facetime calls, his incredible ability to make even the most mundane situation into a joyous occasion. I don’t feel like I can ever really forgive Time for stopping short on him. He had given me everything and more, and he had so much more to give the world and all of us that loved him. But I got one year. If I had never gotten this past year with him… I don’t even want to think about where I’d be. I don’t mean to be vague about my own happiness and why DC is hard. It’s a completely whole other topic about satisfaction, connection, loneliness, depression, growing pains, and so much more. Oh, and about people bringin’ too much BULLSHIT around. Freddy would know what I mean.
I don’t know how to move forward from this loss. I’m so scared of what’s to come. But it’s not about me, as much as it feels like it’s shattered my life. It’s about what Freddy gave this life: honoring that and living with his light still radiating down and around on all of us that knew him. What would he want from us? To retreat into our shells? To stop asking questions, to stop loving and dancing and creating? I can’t ever be you Freddy, I can’t ever replicate you, but I can live with your handprint on my heart forever, and I promise to never forget you or how you’ve made me feel. I promise to try to keep going. I promise to be as good of a friend to others as you were to me, no matter what they might be able to give back in return. I love you, and all I want for you since we can’t go back and erase what happened to you (though I’d kill to go back in time and save you), is for you to be in a place of eternal happiness. I want you to be in a place of joy that never ceases and for you to experience only bliss and peace. You deserve everything good in the world, and I hope that the next world, wherever that may be, gives you all that you’d ever hoped for in this one. I love you forever and ever and ever, my dear best friend Freddy.
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yottiemcgottie · 5 years ago
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“The Thurmond Historic District comprises the entire town and a small portion of the opposite riverbank. Thurmond was accessible solely by rail until 1921. The town occupies a narrow stretch of flat land along the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad track, with no road between the tracks and the town. Instead, a single-lane road crosses the New River on a single-track railroad bridge, crosses the main line, and climbs the hill behind the town so that it parallels the town 150 feet higher on the hill before dropping down next to the tracks.
The town once had a population of several hundred, which has dwindled to fewer than a dozen.” (at Thurmond, West Virginia)
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yottiemcgottie · 5 years ago
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Thurmond is an abandoned railway town in West Virginia’s spectacular New River gorge. All that remains are empty company offices, a bank, and an occasion train passing through
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yottiemcgottie · 5 years ago
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exploring the little alleyways and the shikumen architecture of laoximen in old town shanghai before the quarter gets demolished and redeveloped.  i`m so thankful for my architect friend saskia and for her interesting perspective and insights on this city of ours <3 // wir erkunden die kleinen gassen und die shikumen architektur der altstadt von shanghai, bevor dieses viertel dem boden gleichgemacht und neu aufgebaut wird. ich bin so gern mit meiner architektenfreundin saskia unterwegs, ihre perspektive und ihr hintergrundwissen zu schanghais architektur und stadtplanung sind super interessant <3
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yottiemcgottie · 6 years ago
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Miron Zownir: NYC RIP
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yottiemcgottie · 6 years ago
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yottiemcgottie · 6 years ago
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Benno Friedman, both Untitled, 1979.  Gelatin silver print with hand-applied mixed media. 
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yottiemcgottie · 6 years ago
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yottiemcgottie · 6 years ago
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“ The history of American urbanism is very short and very fraught; perhaps we just don’t fundamentally understand what cities are, or what they can be. But cool is a valueless vector through which to explore this. There’s nothing cool or uncool about big piles of money taking up residence in glassy condos. Rather than decrying the places those condo dwellers go for dinner, we might want to think about imposing higher taxes on them and building more housing in their backyards. Instead, elected leaders tend to fall back on the corporate-friendly approaches left over from the growth-machine era. “
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yottiemcgottie · 7 years ago
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Minotaure Magazine covers, by:
 Marcel Duchamp, René Magritte, André Masson, Salvador Dalí, Joan Miró, Pablo Picasso
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