This is an old post, from the time I was doing photographic experiments, trying to find a new niche for expressing myself. One of my biggest models is my daughter. She likes it so much so I ask her sometimes. I don´t know if you would like it or not, but she has something that … More Photographic experiments
I suppose this post could go in Violated Words but maybe it should be Violated Phrases or Violated Paragraphs, but I don´t inted to start all these sections… This post is originally from Februar-2016 and the image is the campaign of a fashion brand, Lane Bryant, but my Whinger is not about them, but against … More Sunday Whinger. That language we don´t notice we are using.
I have been thinking a lot about today´s post. I have been called a lot of things. I have been called bot, behaviourist (referring to kid´s autorregulation, which is ironic and I will speak about it in another post, maybe), Karen (yes, I have been called Karen and, actually, was thrilled by it), old lady … More Violated Words. Radical.
The Whinger comes again with a new grouse, because she is a Whinger. The thing is I had an argument on FB with a guy who made a really funny joke about the icelanders´ good manners that, due to his terrible good humour! everyone that answered, laughed. As, actually, it was a mockery and I … More Sunday Whinger: About not funny sense of humour.
This Wild Thought comes with its own history. It comes from the bottom of a blog I had long, long, loooooong time ago; a post from October-2008. Take a look at it and tell me what you think, humanies. Or not, your choice. When I looked behind me, it was too late already. It … More Wild Thought. Ninja grannies.
Maybe she is not the most unknown of the invisible artist women, but since the day I «met» her she made an impression on me. Deeply. So she is opening this section… CAMILLE CLAUDEL FROM GENIUS TO… MADNESS? I am not an expert. I go into internet and search info, having certain ability to discern … More Artist Women. Camille Claudel.
It is told that once upon a time, in a place beyond the scope of memory, there was a tribe of beings similar to mankind, surpasing in height and strength our kind. They doubled height and strength of the strongest individual on Earth, at least. Their manes grew according to their nature: so, an individual … More Ualadú
As many of you already know, I love Sundays (*ironic mode on*). And I am in a bad mood today (or this week, or this month… as you wish to say). I am bored, apathetic, I feel a twat. And… my stomach aches. So, as this is my fabulous mood, I open a new section … More Sunday Whinger
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