Nostalgia: a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
Daydreaming💭 📷 @joshtelles 💄 @chousner 🧥 @kevindinh “If you awaken from this illusion and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death (or shall I say death implies life?), you can feel yourself – not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke – but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental. I am not trying to sell you on this idea in the sense of converting you to it, I want you to play with it. I want you to think of its possibilities, I am not trying to prove it. I am just putting it forward as a possibility of life to think about. So then, let’s suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and that you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time, or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive. And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each you would say “Well that was pretty great. But now let’s have a surprise, let’s have a dream which isn’t under control, where something is gonna happen to me that I don’t know what it’s gonna be.” And you would dig that and would come out of that and you would say “Wow that was a close shave, wasn’t it?”. Then you would get more and more adventurous and you would make further- and further-out gambles what you would dream. And finally, you would dream where you are now. You would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today. That would be within the infinite multiplicity of choices you would have. Of playing that you weren’t God, because the whole nature of the godhead, according to this idea, is to play that he is not. So in this idea then, everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality, not God in a politically kingly sense, but god in the sense of being the self, the deep-down basic whatever there is. And you are all that, only you are pretending you are not.” —Alan Watts
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Howdy y’all 🤠 Desert 🏜 photo shoot with the best team of… @bettinabogar photographer 📸 @chousner makeup 💄 @estella.png. Styling 👕 To be continued…
Wake me when it’s 2021. 📸 by Peter Hermann BTS @youngertv 2018
“Our eyes are always pointing at things we are interested in approaching, or investigating, or looking for, or having. We must see, but to see, we must aim, so we are always aiming. Our minds are built on the hunting-and-gathering platforms of our bodies. To hunt is to specify a target, track it, and throw at it. To gather is to specify and to grasp. We fling stones, and spears, and boomerangs. We toss balls through hoops, and hit pucks into nets, and curl carved granite rocks down the ice onto horizontal bull’s-eyes. We launch projectiles at targets with bows, guns, rifles and rockets. We hurl insults, launch plans, and pitch ideas. We succeed when we score a goal or hit a target. We fail, or sin, when we do not (as the word sin means to miss the mark70). We cannot navigate, without something to aim at and, while we are in this world, we must always navigate.” — Jordan B. Peterson, 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos 📸 @bettinabogar 👕 👖 @estella.png 💄 @chousner
Peter Gibbons: Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’? Lawrence: No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man. Styling by @estella.png Makeup by @chousner Photo by @bettinabogar
Sleep, little dreamer Don’t forget to rest your little head Stay, little dreamer Somewhere out there —lion babe Styling @kevindinh Photographer @joshtelles Make up @chousner
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VOTE. BY JOCELYN Y. STEWART SEPTEMBER 23, 2014 4:45 PM EDT for TIME When we were growing up in South Los Angeles, my siblings and I often heard my dad’s impromptu sermons about matters of importance: the value of education, the perils of purchasing on credit, the virtue of hard work, and the dire necessity of voting. “People died so we could vote,” he’d say. As a very young kid, I imagined the dying as a scene from a Western movie: good guys vs. bad guys and bodies strewn across a grassy battlefield. In the end the good guys walked away, alive and free to vote. My imaginary battle scene was historically inaccurate, but I came to learn the element of peril was real. And we weren’t talking about faraway countries like Iraq and Afghanistan, but the U.S.A., in the not very distant past. I came to learn how perilous it had been for black people to vote in the South, especially in the era prior to the Voting Rights Act of 1965. People of color didn’t return from the poll wearing a splashy red, white and blue “I voted” sticker the way we might now. People of color often weren’t allowed to vote, and if they persisted, and tried organizing others to exercise their rights as Americans, they were often beaten, sometimes killed, for their efforts. Hence my dad’s “you gotta vote” speeches. At the core of my dad’s fidelity to the ballot was an appreciation for the sacrifices made by everyday people that allowed African Americans—and other people of color—to obtain it.
VOTE. BY JOCELYN Y. STEWART SEPTEMBER 23, 2014 4:45 PM EDT for TIME When we were growing up in South Los Angeles, my siblings and I often heard my dad’s impromptu sermons about matters of importance: the value of education, the perils of purchasing on credit, the virtue of hard work, and the dire necessity of voting. “People died so we could vote,” he’d say. As a very young kid, I imagined the dying as a scene from a Western movie: good guys vs. bad guys and bodies strewn across a grassy battlefield. In the end the good guys walked away, alive and free to vote. My imaginary battle scene was historically inaccurate, but I came to learn the element of peril was real. And we weren’t talking about faraway countries like Iraq and Afghanistan, but the U.S.A., in the not very distant past. I came to learn how perilous it had been for black people to vote in the South, especially in the era prior to the Voting Rights Act of 1965. People of color didn’t return from the poll wearing a splashy red, white and blue “I voted” sticker the way we might now. People of color often weren’t allowed to vote, and if they persisted, and tried organizing others to exercise their rights as Americans, they were often beaten, sometimes killed, for their efforts. Hence my dad’s “you gotta vote” speeches. At the core of my dad’s fidelity to the ballot was an appreciation for the sacrifices made by everyday people that allowed African Americans—and other people of color—to obtain it.
Volunteered and accepted into the @nasa Mars Exploration Program or working on an Astronaut 👩🏽🚀 👨🏾🚀 photo series inspired by art from @kofke (check out his work).
“NASA selects astronauts from a diverse pool of applicants with a variety of backgrounds. From the thousands of applications received, only a few are chosen for the intensive Astronaut Candidate Program.” @nasa @leica_camera @leicacamerausa
“NASA selects astronauts from a diverse pool of applicants with a variety of backgrounds. From the thousands of applications received, only a few are chosen for the intensive Astronaut Candidate Program.” @nasa @leica_camera @leicacamerausa
“NASA selects astronauts from a diverse pool of applicants with a variety of backgrounds. From the thousands of applications received, only a few are chosen for the intensive Astronaut Candidate Program.” @nasa @leica_camera @leicacamerausa
👩🏽🚀 “Not only do we live among the stars, the stars live within us.” — Neil deGrasse Tyson 💄 by @chousner 📸 by me and @leica_camera
“I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also, much more than that. So are we all.” – James Baldwin
“Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery why we climb.” -Greg Child Big Bear – 2020 #leica
“I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.” —Simone de Beauvoir Makeup 💄 by @chousner
First European female astronaut to command International Space Station By Daniel Bellamy with ANSA • 29/05/2021 First European female astronaut to command International Space Station The European Space Agency has confirmed that the Italian astronaut Samantha Cristoforetti will be the first European woman to command the International Space Station. She enters a rare club: fewer than 600 astronauts have travelled in space and only about ten percent of them have been women. Cristoforetti is affectionately known in her home country as ‘AstroSamantha’ or “AstroSam”. https://www.euronews.com/2021/05/29/first-european-female-astronaut-to-command-international-space-station
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Why Is Space Still So White? There are only 18 African-American astronauts in NASA @nasa history. A third of them are women. Here, we explore what’s stopping the space program from looking more like America. By Dana Dovey Apr 16, 2020 —MARIE CLAIRE https://www.marieclaire.com/career-advice/a31959000/women-of-color-astronauts/ @leica_camera @leicacamerausa Makeup 💄 by @chousner
Robert H. Lawrence holds the honor as the first African-American selected for a space program. In June 1967, the U.S. Air Force selected Lawrence as a member of the third group of aerospace research pilots for the Manned Orbiting Laboratory (MOL) Program, a joint project of the Air Force and the National Reconnaissance Office to obtain high-resolution photographic imagery of America’s Cold War adversaries. Tragically, Lawrence lost his life in an aircraft accident in December 1967, and the Air Force cancelled the MOL Program in June 1969. Two months later, seven of the MOL astronauts transferred to NASA’s astronaut corps and all flew missions on the space shuttle. It is highly likely that had Lawrence lived, NASA would have selected him in that group and he would have flown as the first African-American astronaut. The first person of African heritage to fly in space, Arnaldo Tamayo Méndez of Cuba, spent eight days aboard the Soviet Salyut-6 space station in 1980. The Cuban Air Force selected Tamayo Méndez as part of the Soviet Union’s Interkosmos program that flew cosmonauts from friendly socialist countries on short visiting flights to their space stations to conduct experiments for their national space programs and academic institutions. —NASA website @nasa @leica_camera @leicacamerausa
