Nu var det ett tag sedan jag skrev. Det är livet som kommer emellan. Jag bor inte på ett ställe utan ungefär fem och släpar fragment av min tillvaro fram och tillbaka mellan olika trygghetspunkter. Det tar kraft – och mycket tid.
Men sedan sist har jag skrivit en artikel för Magasin M.
The idea for my article may illustrate today's blog, although it is taken in a completely different context, namely at the Gingerbread Factory flea market and furniture, in Norrskedika, Östhammar. (check FB if you are interested) You should go there, there are fantastic many really good finds.
My daughter, my son-in-law and I could not resist the temptation to dress up that fun day when we were visiting the Gingerbread Factory and longing for furniture, porcelain, glas, books and most of the human hand created. For some reason, it's awfully fun to dress up as just bitterhagga. Perhaps an expression of the same repressed need that drives men to dress as women. They secretly want to express more of the feminine, kanske! I might want to be more bitter – without being ashamed!
For Magasin M, I have written an article about the abominable female bitterness. There is nothing worse on the women's palette!
I wonder why it is so taboo and what the consequences are for healthy angry women in this crooked world. You have to analyze the language, the pictures, the words to better understand how our conditions pull us up on different kinds of fucking skewers and "BITTER" is one of the more charged words we have to relate to.
Amelia called and exclaimed “Wonderful! ”When she read, which made me terribly happy!
Yesterday, photographer and photographer Carolina Byrmo and I at the old University of Technology filmed the bitter creature that will illustrate the Magazine M article. Coincidentally, we found a fantastic disgusting kitchen to take the pictures in and did not have to arrange any scenography at all! I put on make-up and styled myself and took the opportunity to wear my handmade earrings. We worked fast and had a little too much fun with all the bitter faces I had no idea I could deliver, but eventually chose a fairly neutral image. Otherwise we would have ended up exactly where we did not want to: in mocking the female bitterness and turning it into an embarrassing joke- igen. It was very tempting to do just that.
It is not easy with the balance. Pictures are difficult. I would like to be a photographer and take other kinds of pictures but I can not photograph. Than. Too bad that life is no longer so you could catch up with everything you want to do!
When I wrote THE HUNGRY PRINCESS I thought a lot about how to create photos of sensual, attractive, sexy men - for women. We are not used to thinking along those lines, we can not even produce a fantasy image without some effort. For centuries, we have been so marked by the woman as sensually depicted that it feels strange to think of a sensually sexy depicted man, a temptation for women. Strange. If you think a little more, you realize that it is not only strange but almost PERVERLY STRANGE.
Now I have packed my things again and packed them in different bags and bags and move on, to the little place in the world that I will try to live in. There is certainly a year left of concern, maybe more. I will be homeless in my hometown, but I will probably not be homeless on earth. I know how it feels now, when I drag myself around with eternal bags from which pillows and lamps have been sticking out for a year now. It's not a funny feeling. Anyone can go under, under certain circumstances. You do not think so, men så är det.
And bitterness, mina vänner, is a consequence of legitimate anger – an anger that has been denied and denied because it 1. feels forbidden to women 2. feels fruitless in a society like this.
