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Sunsets look like stained glass art when captured through shattered mirrors

One of the profoundest things in life: sunsets. One thing that’s more profound than sunsets: looking at a sunset through the reflection of a broken mirror. Very deep stuff. New York-based photographer Bing Wright has captured the beauty of the setting sun as it reflects off of shattered mirrors in a series called ‘Broken Mirror/Evening Sky’. This series is his first time delving into colour photography in almost a decade. To snap up the stained glass art effect, Wright photographs sunsets then reflects the images onto broken mirrors in his studio. He then recaptures the reflection, creating an abstract representation of the original.
You can see more of his amazing photos on his website.

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Sunsets look like stained glass art when captured through shattered mirrors

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One of the profoundest things in life: sunsets. One thing that’s more profound than sunsets: looking at a sunset through the reflection of a broken mirror. Very deep stuff. New York-based photographer Bing Wright has captured the beauty of the setting sun as it reflects off of shattered mirrors in a series called ‘Broken Mirror/Evening Sky’. This series is his first time delving into colour photography in almost a decade. To snap up the stained glass art effect, Wright photographs sunsets then reflects the images onto broken mirrors in his studio. He then recaptures the reflection, creating an abstract representation of the original.

You can see more of his amazing photos on his website.

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joshhutchercat:

my heart says yes but my mom says no

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stevemccurrystudios:

These children were photographed in India and Afghanistan.

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A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

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'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via albinwonderland)

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uslonelylondoners:

R I A N N A 

caribbean lovechild of davis and díaz, she’s the busiest gangsta-rapping book-selling womanist on the block. an advocate of all things grassroots, this resistance thug speaks in rap lyrics aka her scripture

  • WoC/Caribbean Literature 
  • Female Rap power anthems and Wu Tang
  • Zine and T-Shirt culture

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— 3 weeks ago with 1566 notes
"Are you scared? Or are you not ready? There is a difference."
Unique Quietness  (via modernhepburn)

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