Examples of work and flawless colors from Tadahiro Uesugi


Plenty of films have taken a stab at bringing Bible stories to life, from “The Ten Commandments” and “Jesus Christ: Superstar” to this year’s “Son of God” and “Noah.” But despite those movies’ different genres and tones, these films all tend to share one similarity: They have white casts, even though the Bible’s characters would have been from parts of Africa or the Middle East. Photographer James C. Lewis of Noire3000 | N3K Photo Studios has decided to rectify by presenting these iconic figures in a new light.

Lewis’ “Icons Of The Bible” photo series depicts some of the most famous characters from the Old and New Testament exclusively as people of color, including Simon Peter, Elijah, King Solomon and the archangel Gabriel. The series, which will be fully released in October, features 70 models who identify as either Asian, Native American, Hispanic, African, Middle Eastern, Black American and West Indian.

"I think it is very important to see one’s self in the Scripture so that it may become real in their eyes," Lewis told The Huffington Post. "The whitewashing of the Bible has always bothered me. However I’m happy to now have the opportunity to give a different point of view."



Aristocrazy Fall 2014


HISTORY MEME - FRANCE VERSION ♛ [01/10] moments : Victor Hugo speech to Legislative Assembly (9 july 1849)

I am one of those who think and say that it is possible to destroy extreme poverty. Mark you, gentlemen, I am not saying ‘reduce’, ‘lessen’, ‘limit’, ‘control’, I said destroy. Poverty is a disease of society such as leprosy was a disease of the human body, and can be eliminated just as leprosy has disappeared. Yes, it is possible. Legislators and policymakers must think about it constantly, for as long as the possible is not done, our duty will never be fulfilled.
In Paris, in these suburbs of Paris where the wind of revolt once blew so easily, there are streets, houses, sewers, where families, whole families live pell-mell, men, women, girls, children, having no beds, blankets. For clothing they have stinking heaps of rags – the cities, where human beings huddle to escape the cold of winter.
Well, gentlemen, I say that these are things that should not be, I say that society must spend all its strength, all its care, its intelligence, all its will, so that such things are not! I say that such facts in a civilized country, engage the conscience of the whole society,
[For all your efforts] gentlemen, you have done nothing as long as the people suffer! As long as those in the prime of life and work are without bread, as long as those that are old and have worked are homeless! It is not only your generosity that I appeal to, it is your wisdom, I implore you to think. You have made laws against anarchy, now make laws against poverty!


Allyson Gutchell, 2013



Zeus could not unmake the webs
of stone that surround me. I have forgotten
the men I used to be; I follow the hated
road of monotonous walls
that is my destiny. Straight galleries
that curl themselves into secret circles
throughout the years. Parapets
cracked by the usury of days.
In the pale dust I have deciphered
a trail that I fear. On some concave evenings
the wind has brought me a desolate bellowing
or the echo of a desolate bellowing.
I know there is Another in the shadows,
whose destiny is to exhaust the long solitudes
that weave and unweave this Hades
and to thirst for my blood and devour my death.
We look for each other. I wish this
was the last day of waiting.


There will never be a door. You are inside
and the fortress surrounds the universe
and has no obverse nor reverse
nor outer wall nor secret center.
Do not hope the rigor or your path
that stubbornly bifurcates into another,
that stubbornly bifurcates into another,
will come to an end. Your fate is made of iron
like your judge. Do not expect the charging
of the bull who is a man and whose strange
plural form brings terror to the tangle
of infinitely intersecting stone.
It does not exist. Expect nothing. Not even,
in the black twilight, the beast.

Jorge Luis Borges


suuuuper quick sketch to diffuse exam panic


I know that I shall meet my fate
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