27 March 2015

Instagram And Its Irrational Fears Of Blood & Breasts

all images by Rupi Kaur
It seems whatever power-that-is who decides on the appropriateness of Instagram photos was neither bore by a woman nor breastfed in infancy.

This is one of many photo projects censored by the social media sucker which celebrates with honesty, the many wonders of life.

Recently a photographer from my hometown of Winnipeg, Canada, Heather Bays, was banned from Instagram from featuring photography of mothers feeding their children by breast. And she's not alone.

This morning I was made aware of yet another ludicrous Instagram censorship - Rupi Kaur's normalising and honest photo series depicting the menstrual cycle  - awakening the deep frustration I feel for the world on many levels.

There was a time when women (who to this day sync up if living in close community) would, during their communal week of bleeding, leave the children of age and men to take care of one another, and go off into the wilderness to celebrate - with art, music and love - the monthly ritual which sources all the human life. Rather than being ostracised negatively by self and other for their 'hormonal imbalances'.

We, as a species, have evolved from an organism which celebrates all things natural, to a species of ignorance which celebrates the unnatural selfish excess of our creations. Wealth, power, politics and censorship have blinded us from what is real, from what matters.

So much so we've forgotten where we began, forgotten what actually sustains us: the earth we walk on, the air that we breath, the community of organisms which allow our eco system (and us) to continue to exist, mother's milk (which unlike the formulas don't contain cornstarch linked to cancers) and the menstrual cycle which prepares the body for pregnancy, and therefore human existence, each and every month, since the dawn of our existence ...

We all need to take a step back, re-asses, and in the words of the mighty and wisdom-full Ice Cube: Check (ourselves) before (we) wreck ourselves.

all photos by Rupi Kaur 

25 March 2015

SXSW 2015: Heartbreaker Banquet Big Willie Styles

I was underprepared for Willie Nelson’s ranch – the little sleeping we did had been done on the cement sidewalk of the W Hotel. We were rocking a unique scent that can only be created by un-showered bodies which have shifted once too often from hot to cold - and to top it off - our unplanned outfits didn’t suit the hippie-cowboy-rocker-love-child theme.

Luckily the disheveled look that came with our warping worked as a camouflage amongst the VIPs lounging around the cosy couch filled backstage wonderland and we ended up blending in brilliantly. 

My friend Elle (who is a mutha effin’ bad ass and somehow looks fresh as a damn daisy no matter how hard she rocks it) was performing and had lead our lost souls through the woody gates leaving us in and amongst those deemed righteous by the braided locks of Willie Nelson himself. 

The festival was on the part of the Nelson's ranch which was built for the filming of “Red Headed Stranger” back in 1986 and is laid out like the set of a cowboy western town, complete with town church, saloon, jail – and for those philanthropically inclined – majestic looking rescue horses. It goes by the name of “Luck” as it was built with the intention of being burnt down as part of the grand finally of the film, but Willie changed his mind, leading it to count, by all rights, as one of Texas’ towns.

Babes in their daisy dukes and dudes in their cowboy boots roamed round with grins on their faces, and, as the playground filled, fashion, entertainment and the arts converged together seamlessly for one fine and friendly frolic.

The sun shone, the singers sang and the beer flowed like a sweet stream long into the night. The Revival Tent saw Angel Olsen, Israel Nash, Joseph, Lindi Ortega, the Deslondes, Hamilton Leithauser, Matt Sucich and a guitar pull with Jonny Burke, Langhorne Slim, Luke Bell, Hugh Masterson and Daniel Romano and Butch Walker to round out the lineup.

The Medicine Stage started it’s serenades with Horse Thief, working onward through J.P. Harris, Elle King, Clear Plastic Masks, Delta Spirit, Heartless Bastards, Leon Bridges, Nikki Lane and Riff Raff before Willie Nelson and his Kids took over to close things out like the bad ass bosses they be.

*all photos Shane Woodward & Holly Rose (first photo by joelstons)

11 March 2015

Secrets Of San Antone: Delights

dusk to dawn
delights dwindle delicately,
days dripped in depth,
dressed discretely in desolate decay.

distinctive delicacies
dazzling discretely,
disguised from drudges and disdain

words: Holly Rose

25 February 2015

Secrets of San Antone, Part 2: The Tiny Finch at Pearl Brewery

Pearl Brewery was one of the first spots in San Antonio which gave me hints of life.

Previous to that, blinded by culture shock and Christmas' cocoon, we'd travelled back and forth between my madre-in-law's cosy abode to the usual box stores one finds in most cities. The soul of the place lay dormant, as did I.

24 February 2015

B's For Bardot

B's For Bardot

Bodacious Babe
Benevolent Brilliance

Blossoming Boldly
Bubbling Brightly

Backing Beasts
Battling Bigotry

Blessed Beauty
Benignly Bailed

Betrothed By Blissciplines Bygone

words: Holly Rose
photography: Shane Woodward
art: Holly Rose & Shane Woodward
ethical tee: $35 / £25 Leotie Lovely 

20 February 2015

AirBNB Gypsies: From Paris With Love

An extended Indian summer blessed us with warmth beyond the boarders of Autumn's habitual orders. With the eagerness of worn winter wanderers we huddled beneath, igniting ourselves within the safety and comfort of the sweet serene scenes which swaddled us in a cosy cocoon, gestating gently toward new beginnings.

Eight stories high in the sunlit sky we nested neatly, eyes kissed by the cool grey rooftops which pave its harmonious horizon. Embracing the city's magic with open doors and open arms, the heavens danced beyond the shell of our tender treehouse with a resuscitating watercolour of wonderment and light.

The beauty of the souls sailing beneath us twinkled tenderly like the heartbeat of a lighthouse clear beyond the forming fog. Capturing us like fireflies fluttering fancifully amongst twilight's bewitching haze.

Sunrise to sunset we frolicked freely, foraging friends, food and fun faithfully, gluttonously grateful and merciful to memories until the the hands of time collided with the cadence of castanets, coyly catapulting us forth and away.

Words: Holly Rose
Photos: Shane Woodward
AirBNB Flat + Final 2 Images: Alex

11 February 2015

Secrets of San Antone Part 1: Purple Haze

Slowly discovering San Antonio's secrets. The sly summer sun dresses everyone in slow smiles, this discretely magical place unveils itself slowly, it wants to be discovered not devoured.

Layer upon layer is revealed, depth hidden behind tradition. In the shadows of abandoned cars, the sparkle of wisdom's eyes, radiated from hearts which shine through the shadows strewn behind heat packing pockets.

Simplicity and community are key here, ask and it shall be given, shine and supportive waves will wash over you, goldfish grow grandly with room to stretch and explore, courage not competition.

Family expands beyond blood, language expands beyond words, old values aid new growth breathing new breath into the beyond.

words/model: Holly Rose
photography: Shane Woodward
clutch: Leotie Lovely
boots: Ralph Lauren
bracelet: Noon Day Collective