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gatsbysfuneral:

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lickypickystickyme:

If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”

Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.  

“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”

The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.

He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.

From top to bottom: 

Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke €(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).

Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.

Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.

Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.

The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.

Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).

Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).

Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).

Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).

Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.

nanis and dadis all around the world

i keep coming back to this because this is so lovely

saw foals tonight omg shit was fucking nuts

chasseurseul:

favorite artists: Edward Hopper (1882-1967)

“It’s (the lack of communication between the people in his paintings) probably a reflection of my own, if I may say, loneliness. I don’t know. It could be the whole human condition.”

“Hopper is simply a bad painter, but if he were a better one, he would probably not be such a great artist.” — Clement Greenberg

What I love so much about Edward Hopper’s art isn’t necessarily the aesthetic, but the feeling it evokes when looking at it. A woman sitting in a cafe, a group of people lingering in a bar when everyone already left. People gazing into the distance. It just really captures how many people felt during industrialization, the time Edward Hopper grew up, when people started to leave the countryside and moved to the big cities. All of the sudden, you didn’t know your neighbor, you were one of many. A small unimportant part of a big mass. Anonymous, no individuality. When I look at his paintings, I feel an eerie uneasiness. Garish lighting, empty walls, people being all on their own, no connection to others (because in his paintings, even if there is more than one person, they still don’t look or touch each other in any way.) I just really feel the loneliness, the desolation, the emotional emptiness. And this is just how I feel sometimes, how we all feel sometimes, how people during the Great Depression felt, how he felt. And even though Hopper might seem like a mute witness - he wasn’t, because his art spoke for him. He gives us a glimpse in his inner self and those of many other people at that time. He points out the vulneribality, the fragility we all are cursed with, he was showing us what everyone blatantly ignored, what no one wanted to talk about. And what makes Edward Hopper such a great artist might not be techniques, or how he paints, but what he paints. And evoking such emotions in such a subtle and mysterious way is something that not many painters can do - but a true artist can.

(via gatsbysfuneral)

I’m moving out of my apartment tomorrow, so today I have just spent the entire day packing and taking stuff down. It has been quite sad to take things down because I spent a lot of effort to make my room look nice - The christmas lights that goes around my brick wall, those hanging IKEA lights bulbs, and the ~wall of stuff~ and various posters I had on before we took it all down, the blackboard (behind the closet on the last picture) that I meticulously taped onto the wall, etc. It was much time, money, and effort spent in this room because it was our first actual apartment, and I was going to live with my close friends, and it was all very exciting when we moved in. I spent the entire summer while I was in Montreal decorating it, and there were many unfulfilled plans like making a giant sign on the brick wall, and making a Wall of Stuff 2.0 under it. I guess I just sort of assumed we were going to stay in this apartment until we graduate, which is pretty sad because it makes you think of all the things that you wish had worked out but didn’t. But it’s time to move on. I probably won’t ever spent as much effort at my new place because I am fairly certain I will move again at some point before I graduate. But it has been super sweet to stay in a cool room like that.

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