My family consists of some of the most emotinally unstable people I’ve ever me in my life. I include myself in this. I am batshit fucking crazy.
Photographer James Ostrer documents our obsession with sugar in a series of grotesque real life portraits of people covered in layers of sweets and junk food. Speaking largely on the to the global food production and increasingly dangerous methods of mass production, Ostrer’s photographs conjure tribal images that are both fascinating and repulsive. Via the press release, “This adornment becomes a mask of what we eat which then becomes entwined with a hyper-pop sensibility and an obsequious inquiry into the great volumes of sugar that flow through our bodies.”
When I accepted the position in Helsinki I needed a fresh start, by the time it came to moving I’d already worked my life out and no longer needed one.
So it turns out this uni course in Helsinki isn’t the right fit for me, so I’m off home and going to try something else! Very mixed feelings, but ultimately positive!
I’m making these new connections
But there’s all this distance.
Isolated in a land of adventure
Cut off as I’m distracted by thoughts of home.
Finding it hard to focus on big opportunities
I’ve become my own second best
I’ve left home and now I feel like I’ve become less.
Trying to do what’s best for me
But unable to enjoy it.
Trying to push through to come home to you.
I fucking love her.
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