“Curation” does imply something far more deliberate than these inspiration blogs, whose very point is to put the viewer into an aesthetic reverie unencumbered by thought or analysis. These sites are not meant (as curation is) to make us more conscious, but less so. That might be O.K., but it also means they have a lot more in common with advertising than they do with curation. After all, advertising trains us to keep our desire always at the ready, nurturing that feeling that something is missing, then redirecting it toward a tangible product. In the end, all that pent-up yearning needs a place to go, and now it has that place online. But products are no longer the point. The feeling is the point. And now we can create that feeling for ourselves, then pass it around like a photo album of the life we think we were meant to have but don’t, the people we think we should be but aren’t.
Oh wow. This piece is spot on and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
very very interesting.
Probably not, because it’s a fanfic :)
I’m still working on it, though I haven’t written in a week or so because I was on vacation. Adding to it today though. But yeah. It’s a fanfic, so I will probably not post it here.
Still working on an original story about two girls though (Rose and Georgia). Having problems with it, but I love the characters too much to give up. If it’s not too crappy I will post it here when I’m done.
Girls with oxford shoes; girls with tattoos on
their arms, like maps - the x marks the spot where treasure lies.
Boys with red lips; Boys with large hands and square jaws and lovely
Crouching down behind bookshelves in a store, having a panic attack
and clutching at the spine of Great Expectations.
The irony is never lost on anyone, unfortunately.
Pages bruised and torn and sweaty fingertips on colourful covers, blinding with overwrought letters, cheerful comments - a classic; a masterpiece; a treasure for generations to come; forever the best.
Girls that know better; Boys that know too much.
Poetry circles filled with cigarette smoke, fumbling touches against rock walls, backs arching like bows like
arrows flying to jab at skin and paint with blood and moaning
against the grass, against the stone, with bruises on pale hips and bite marks on shoulders.
Girls with toothy grins; Boys with well-pressed trousers.
And one more panic attack only witnessed by dead men, who knew nothing of the pain of carpet burns on bare knees.
What fanfic are you reading?
It’s called Loaded March :)
Oh! I actually don’t know…I don’t think so…um…I usually end up identifying more with characters I wish I could be like, that have the qualities that I think I lack or wish I had.
I think, maybe Ron Weasley…many of his flaws are the same as mine. Maybe in the end that’s why he’s my favourite :)
p.s. I didn’t receive anything :(
I think I draw best in the afternoon, but I’m not sure. I haven’t touched a pencil in 3 months… I think the afternoon, because I need time to wake up and the evenings are meant for writing, reading and watching TV :)
I write better in the evenings/nights I think. But that said, I still tend to write at any moment of the day, depending of how I feel. I just do it more often in the evenings. I think it’s mostly because I am lazy and spend too much time on the internet in the mornings before actually starting to do something productive.
I’m am currently reading an epic fanfiction that is like almost 500,000 words long and it’s really fun (and still a work in progress!)
I haven’t read a new books in months (though I constantly re-read parts of books I like)
I don’t know. I don’t dream of writing things that will last forever. I’m perfectly fine writing stuff that will be forgotten 5 years later. Posterity has no appeal to me, as long that some people read my stuff and like it and I touch someone with my words, I’m fine with that.
I hope that one day I’ll write something big/good enough that it will have fans, then they will write fanfictions of it and twist the story and the characters and create alternate universes etc.
And then I’ll go on the internet and read them all and delight in the way people play around with my story and my universe and my characters and laugh at the bad ones and the troll fics and enjoy the porn and the kinks and the AUs and life will be good.