Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
Winter in Amsterdam, 1917.
“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.
If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.
John Foster - Sparkle Palace Cocktail Table (2012)
i’m reblogging myself these days. still so relevaaaaant. even more soooo.
These photos are from Leslie Feinberg’s visit with CeCe last night.
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