46 days later… even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe m.e. but my real friends know. and if you’re bitching cos I didn’t DJ your gig and you didn’t give m.e. a deposit in the first place go fuck yourself. for those that left messages and were checking up on lil ole’ m.e. it truly means the world to m.e. you are my real family #huglife #mylife #mybattle #judgeallyouwant #myworld #thetruthshallprevail #prayfortruth #keeponswimming #cantstopwontstop
"She wasn’t lost, but only because she didn’t know where exactly she was going."
The Censorship Project came from a simple idea: if a woman’s natural form is so offensive to the corporate world, women might as well begin censoring themselves. Over the course of several months, women eagerly joined the project. By the end, I had taken portraits of one hundred women that represented a mix of races, careers, and political affiliations with ages ranging from 18-54. There were proud virgins, a set of twins, a grandma, dozens of mothers, and even a woman who was nine-months pregnant.
I find that now is an even more relevant time to republish the series in it’s entirety. Over the next week or so I’ll be posting them all here to my Tumblr to remind myself that nothing has changed.