Hot Reads 9/21/14

Hot Reads 9/21/14 #Books #TV #Health #Music

Last week’s reading was all over the spectrum. I just finished watching the first season of Orange Is the New Black on Netflix and totally get all the hoopla I’d been hearing about the show. It’s funny and heartbreaking and I’m starting season 2 as soon as I finish this post. The first link is by a writer of the show – I think you’ll like it. Also in the mix are stories about a local music…

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"(How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.)"
—-Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Street art by Fin DAC, London

"(How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.)"
—-Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Street art by Fin DAC, London

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Guest Blogger Theo Eliezer of Momma Tried Magazine on Issue 1, the Importance of Body Diversity, and How to Order Issue 2! #NOLA #art #writing #photography

Long time readers of Nola Femmes may remember my last guest blog post from 2013 when my partner and I were gearing up to print the first issue of our indie publication, …

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"You can forget who you are if you’re alone too much."
— Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood

Photo via Messy Nessy Chic

"You can forget who you are if you’re alone too much."
— Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood

Photo via Messy Nessy Chic

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And now: it is easy to forget  what I came for among so many who have always lived here swaying their crenellated fans  between the reefs  and besides you breathe differently down here.
—- From Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich
Street art: Collab Ericailcane + Bastardilla / Helsingor Aquarium, Denmark

And now: it is easy to forget
what I came for
among so many who have always
lived here
swaying their crenellated fans
between the reefs
and besides
you breathe differently down here.

—- From Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich

Street art: Collab Ericailcane + Bastardilla / Helsingor Aquarium, Denmark

2 weeks ago · 4 notes

I wanted to slow time down. I wanted to pull each minute apart and find ways to slow down the seconds into something more like forever.  -Roxane Gay 

Photo credit: Lambis Stratoudakis

I wanted to slow time down. I wanted to pull each minute apart and find ways to slow down the seconds into something more like forever. -Roxane Gay

Photo credit: Lambis Stratoudakis

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Girl power.

Girl power.

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“Perhaps I am no one. 
True, I have a body 
and I cannot escape from it. 
I would like to fly out of my head, 
but that is out of the question.” 
― Anne Sexton



Art Credit: Smoko by John Raptis
“Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.” ― Anne Sexton

Art Credit: Smoko by John Raptis

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“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”  ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
Photog unknown

“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

Photog unknown

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