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I've spent the last three hours delving into the underbelly of the artsy corner of the internet. I'm not really sure how this started out, probably Jezebel.
First I read an article about Terry Richardson being creeptastic and sexually harrassing models. This led me to think about that shoot he did with Matthew Gray Gubler that one time and then I watched a twenty minute mocumentary about Matthew Gray Gubler. I then went to Terry Richardson's sporadically password protected website, where he has photographed such lovely specimens as John Waters and Jon Hamm. I realize that refering to people as specimens has a distinctly lecherous and possible serial-killery sound to it.
Speaking of serial killers (SEGUE! Interestingly enough, in spanish, the infinite for 'to follow' is seguir. I tried to explain this to my classmates as a handy pneumonic but in order for it to work, one would have to have a good grasp on what a segue even is. So. It didn't work.) I just downloaded 'How to Be a Serial Killer' on Itunes, which stars some guy and also Matthew Gray Gubler. I'm sort of obssessed with Matthew Gray Gubler. It's a comedy. about serial killers. I'm thrilled. I first heard of this movie a few weeks while trawling the fanfiction archives- there's a certain subset of fanfiction which sort of blends the actor that plays a character and the character's lives? So I didn't actually think that this movie existed. But it does! So. That. I rarely watch movies, not because I dislike them, but just because I never get the chance to watch them. I also have a terribly short attention span when it comes to visual media. I can hardly get through one day's worth of sourcefed in one sitting. As a result of my sporadic ADHD, I have accumulated a mile-long of movies I intend to see. To whom it may interest (no one), this is the list: Fight Club, Jesus Christ Superstar, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Donnie Darko, Girl Interrupted, A Streetcar Named Desire, Pink Flamingos, The Good Life, Serenity, The Virgin Suicides, Wristcutters: A Love Story, and, just now, How to Be a Serial Killer. So, not too long. It seems longer when I space it in proper list format. I also feel like as a result of my movie avoidance and also compulsive wikipedia-entry reading, I have pretended to have seen all of these movies on at least one occasion or another. I don't even know why. I guess to seem worldly and learned. I don't know.
And then, I read yet more Jezebel articles, leading me to several grievances on Vogue's various semi-inadvertant PR fuck-ups. A spread that seemed to be spoofing Latina and black cultures in Italian Vogue, a spread in Indian Vogue that involved putting extremely poor people in disgustingly expensive designer clothing in rural India, taking a picture of a model wearing 'slave earrings', as the article called them- actually just hoop earrings-, Italian Vogue putting white models in blackface, and most interestingly, a spread featuring Lara Stone being vampire-y and brandishing guns and killing guns and being bathed in red light. I was sort of fascinated. This led me, somehow, to a website called 'Homotography', which, miraculously, features only soft-core pornography- mostly just male models making out with each other. Against my better judgement I watched this video, which is sort of art porn and features an old woman ballerina made up like a corpse and three submissive male models washing a car, undressing, and having weird black water sex. Or something. I don't know. Watch it. I promise you won't get a virus.
And then I read about a trend of girls posting videos of themselves on youtube asking if they're ugly or not. And it was strange and made me uncomfortable. I briefly toyed with the idea of making one myself, which is obviously not the article's intention. This led me to another article about one of the videos featured in the first article being actually made by a twenty-one year old artist who makes videos that impersonate a teenage girl's behavior and hopeless nostalgia. The artist also made this piece of art which is sort of creepy and interesting. It makes me think of rape, but maybe I'm just watching too many procedural dramas. She does an eerily good job of impersonating a young woman- she reads fake diary entries about wanting to use drugs and feeling ugly. I'm not sure what her goal was with these videos, but it made me feel very silly about my real diary entries about feeling ugly and wanting to use drugs. She also kind of looks like me. But prettier.
Also, today I bought black water. It is literally black. I'm sort of terrified to drink it.
AND THAT'S HOW I SPENT MY SATURDAY. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.