New Jersey-based Fillipino artist Gregory Halili certainly knows how to be original and create something unexpected, as he demonstrates by carving skulls into mother-of pearl shells. Highly influenced by the vegetation and wildlife he grew up with in the Philippines, Halili hand-carves these dainty yet unsettling bas-reliefs in gold-lip and black-lip mother-of-pearls shells found in his home country. After carving the inside of a shell, he paints the bas-reliefs with oil paint.
So delicate Flowergirls by Lim Zhi Wei / Love Limzy, Malaysian artist.
"Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit."
inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)
This is one of the most important things I have ever read and I wish I would have come across it sooner. This is real, this is important.
“You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.”
and this is what the western news don´t show. Educated and Covered Muslim women are unimaginable for them.
This is the first shoot of the photo series. I’m still in the process of deciding on other fruit options and trying to figure out how to open that coconut.
"Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on."