Sublime

I am far from attractive. My nose is too large for my face and, while not hooked, has a bump in the ridge. Though I am not bald, to say that my hair is thinning would be an understatement. There are just wispy Rogaine-enhanced growths covering the top of my head like tumbleweeds. In my opinion, my eyes are small and beady, though they do have a liv

We’re all different and we’re all imperfect, and the imperfections are what makes each of us and our work interesting. We create pieces reflective of who we are, and if insecurity is part of who we are, then our work will have a greater degree of truth in it as a result.

Após a ascensão da pornografia da beleza e da revolução sexual pela metade, “boa” passou a ser “bonita-(magra)-portanto-sexual” e “ruim”, “feia-(gorda)-portanto-não-sexual”.

The truth is that nobody can stay hot for ever. All one can hope for is that one’s talent lasts for an entire career in a way that makes some commercial sense to the people who pay for it. That’s the whole thing. That’s the prize: a lifetime spent doing what you want to do.

The entertainment industry, reflecting the world at large, has been obsessed with the wrong question: how do we MAKE people pay for content? What if we started thinking about it the other way around: how do we LET people pay for content?

She was Melissa’s oldest, boldest friend. They had gone to the same primary school. Hazel worked in advertising. She had a wide and glamorous smile behind which was an oft-foul tongue, and long, bouncing, half-French, half-Ghanaian curls falling down her back, the most beautiful, the most envied of their schoolgirl pack, the one the boys always wen