Brothels and colonies are two extreme types of heterotopia, and if we think, after all, that the boat is a floating piece of space, a place without a place, that exists by itself, that is closed in on itself and at the same time is given over to the infinity of the sea and that, from port to port, from tack to tack, from brothel to brothel, it goes as far as the colonies in search of the most precious treasures they conceal in their gardens, you will understand why the boat has not only been for our civilization, from the sixteenth century until the present, the great instrument of economic development (I have not been speaking of that today), but has been simultaneously the greatest reserve of the imagination. The ship is the heterotopia par excellence. In civilizations without boats, dreams dry up, espionage takes the place of adventure, and the police take the place of pirates.

Michel Foucault - Of Other Spaces, Heterotopias

This reminds me of Moby Dick- of the heterogeneity and difference found in the port and at the inn. The cuddling that happened between Queequeg and Ishmael. The difference of bodies, sexualities, and names.

Ok cool.


james baldwin in istanbul

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AFGHAN MEN. 1839-1841. Color lithograph by British artist James Rattray (1818-1854). From the British Library’s Digital Archives.

Some dope orientalist shit goin on here. S/o to falcons tho

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going through pictures and I found this rly cute one at fairfax flea market 

My cousin asked me to officiate her wedding and I am absolutely thrilled and almost cried

The saffron cardamom pudding at Elf in Echo Park is one of the best things ever

Because it is possible to create…one has anxiety. One would have no anxiety if there were no possibility whatever. Creating, actualizing one’s possibilities…always involves destroying the status quo, destroying old patterns within oneself. Progressively destroying what one has clung to from childhood on, and creating new and original forms and ways of living. If one does not do this, one is refusing to grow, refusing to avail himself of his possibilities; one is shirking his responsibility to himself.

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Claiming nothing, not claiming anything, not a claim in everything, collecting claiming, all this makes a harmony