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vintageindianclothing:

This generation will be most familiar with the popularity of Marina Khan’s wardrobe from Tanhaiyyan, another brilliant serial by Moin. The colour-contrasted patchwork shalwar kameezes that Marina Khan was seen wearing became all the rage throughout the ’80s. From Dawn.

Before there was Zindagi Gulzar Hai there was Tanhaiyaan and Dhoop Kinare. The Pakistani TV serials of the 1980s reinvented the salwar-kameez with colour blocking, pockets, epaulettes and the likes. The dupatta was often reduced to a strip, almost like a scarf draped over a shoulder or inserted into an epaulette. These serials were available in India through video stores and variants of the salwar-kameez styles in the serials were one part of the wide variety of styles available in India then.

This reminds me of my mum and her sisters and their super bad selves, how they also played around with fabrics and structures growing up (they wore everything from tailored suits to jump suits) regardless of how poor they were. This is something I can’t imagine too much now in a country that is fading fast.

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orangemuses:

I love this post so much


my hand slipped

with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”

I am re-reblogging just because that was so good

I think this one’s an Always Reblog, because the picture, the illustration, and the song title are just too damn perfect together.

wolvensnothere:

sodomquake:

robowolves:

trimcoast:

orangemuses:

I love this post so much

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my hand slipped

with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”

I am re-reblogging just because that was so good

I think this one’s an Always Reblog, because the picture, the illustration, and the song title are just too damn perfect together.

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"Be brave of heart, be brave in love, be brave with your openness, your patience and tolerance, your empathy and compassion too. Be brave one step, one action, one decision at a time. Be brave in private, be brave in public and try to be brave consistently. We all know our time on this Earth is finite."
-Edwidge Danticat

i missed you and maybe i missed you a little too long.

Anonymous:   you can't get off anon unless you have a tumblr, that's what the anon meant

there are lots of ways to contact me… but yea. i’m not going to say anybody has any chance of anything because i don’t know who you are. 

Anonymous:   I need someone to talk to

talk, i’m all ears.

you know you drop of the face of the earth for a little bit cause you just can’t handle too much and everybody knows you were on the verge of something not good but they mostly disappear and when you’re feeling a little more yourself you wake up and look around and nobody’s about. like i’ve not had a social life in six weeks and there is no one to just kick it with/explore this city with. people ain’t really down ya know? that and i’m sick of being an in betweener that floats around too many different groups but with not a tribe of my own. it gets lonely out in the wilderness and the moon. that’s why it seems my only salvation really is me, myself and my work. 

i remember all the springs and summers and winters and sometimes autumns of leaving and being left. i want to say it was always london’s grey sky soaring with the rain, dark and damp and lonely, but sometimes the sun billowed out in a way that didn’t settle well. after some time, when the sting and burn of things began to feel less like failing body parts, it would all feel the same, i would feel the same. it is the third autumn i have been single now and all their names hesitate in the throat, they conjure up distance that is both familiar and reckless. 

1. even if you don’t beg, you want to. the whole of your spirit is an urgency calling for the beloved, the night is vast in a terrifying way, the bed is just sinking space, your weight feels like it cannot hold you.

2. shortly after you decide there is nothing to cry about, tears are not your kind of elegance. you grow tough everywhere. when somebody asks about that person that left you tell them it was necessary, it was good, it was the only way/right way. you are not lonely, you convince them and almost convince yourself - you are just alone. and this is welcome because what good is giving unwanted love? where does it go?

3. sometimes, when nobody is looking you cry. you cry unsurmountably in the most inappropriate places: in the threading parlour, the empty corridor of a hospital wing, a hardware store, when a stranger’s skin brushes past you in train stations you have no reason to be in. you touch all the empty bodies you can until you too realise like them you lied. 

4. this may happen few and far between, the months have been too busy rebuilding walls instead of your heart. on a daily basis you are mostly numb and it’s the numbness that has you forget all your limbs and memories. every now and again you recall something hazy and heavy: maybe it was the first, last or a time they touched you. may be you will remember how their hands looked, what their voice almost sounded like, how the sun felt on that particular day. nostalgia will be a residue. it will throw you off, it will.

5. you always come back to the place you know best: be better, love better, try better. it will almost think you are home. you will be welcome and grateful. you will say how much you have grown, you will write about it, make a whole life of it. you will do great things, big things. you will unmake yourself in the name of the sky, you will rebuild yourself in praise of the moon, you will call your body almost-home.

6. but you are alone and terribly lonely and it would be good to call it just that without shame.

decolonizehistory:

kinolorber:

The Playlist’s Best Documentaries of 2014 So Far: Göran Hugo Olsson’s “Concerning Violence”

Director Göran Hugo Olsson certainly has a way with archival footage. In 2011 he released the excellent “The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975,” which used footage shot by Swedish journalists about the black power movement, to present a fascinating new window into a charged time in American history. This time his focus is on colonial Africa, and Olsson’s ambitions are matched by his skill, with the film once again using vintage footage, but with a much headier thesis. Divided into chapters, and using quotes from Frantz Fanon's “The Wretched of the Earth" as the sole context, “Concerning Violence” essentially posits that any group of dispossessed people will eventually rise up to balance the scales. And the documentary takes viewers on a rich, fascinating trip through history, pointing out numerous examples in countries like Angola, Mozambique, Liberia and Burkina Faso, where groups and even political leaders, led an active resistance against Western forces. In an era where the line between documentaries and reality TV is beginning to blur, as personalities become their own subjects, “Concerning Violence” is a refreshing change. Olsson’s film is admirably literate, and trusts the audience to go with him into corners of the past that, if not forgotten by history, are certainly not commonly discussed. And they should be, as the message of “Concerning Violence” is that oppression is just one stop in a cycle that will see those underfoot rise up again. [Full Review]

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breathingandstuff:

'We do this because the world we live in is a house on fire and the people we love are burning.' - Sandra Cisneros

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farhanshk:

Malala gets a Nobel prize for being a mascot for West’s ‘War on Terror’ while Pakistan’s PhD Neuroscientist Aafia Siddique is rotting in US prison.

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the-exercist:

From the article:

The idea that home cooking is inherently ideal reflects an elite foodie standpoint.

 A lot has been written on how healthy ingredients are more expensive, so that was one issue. In addition, a lot of the poorer families didn’t have reliable transportation, so they would only shop once a month. They wouldn’t buy very much fresh produce at all, because it goes bad quickly.

Some of the families didn’t have a kitchen table, or enough chairs for everyone, or lacked basic kitchen utensils, so that was another obstacle. When we hear about how we all need home-cooked meals, there are a lot of assumptions of what that looks like.

…Just telling people to do a better job doesn’t really address all these bigger issues that affect families’ abilities to make these meals. These are things that range from food access, to where the grocery store is located, to wages, to having jobs with predictable hours. If this is important that people be able to eat home-cooked, healthy meals, we have to think about what we need to do to get there.

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progressiveauspol:

Reports estimate that by 2050 all of Australia’s indigenous languages would of died out. Before the invasion of Australia in 1788 there were an estimated 350-750 Aboriginal languages and dialects in use in Australia. As of the 21st century 150 remain in daily use with almost all but 20 of them considered to be endangered. The largest of these groups such as Warlpiri and Tiwi retain between 1000-3000 native speakers.

progressiveauspol:

Reports estimate that by 2050 all of Australia’s indigenous languages would of died out. Before the invasion of Australia in 1788 there were an estimated 350-750 Aboriginal languages and dialects in use in Australia. As of the 21st century 150 remain in daily use with almost all but 20 of them considered to be endangered. The largest of these groups such as Warlpiri and Tiwi retain between 1000-3000 native speakers.

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