Gritty drawings by Jean-Marc Rochette for the production of the movie adaptation of his comic “Snowpiercer" by Bong Joon-Ho.
there are a lot of reasons to watch snowpiercer but chris evans dirty and bloody and crying is a p impt one
did everyone just quietly forgive pharrell for being in blurred lines
Adrianne Haslet-Davis dances again for the first time since the Boston terrorist attack last year.
When the bombs went off at the Boston Marathon finish line, Adrianne Haslet-Davis lost the lower half of her left leg in the explosion. She’s a ballroom dance teacher, and she assumed she would never dance again. With most prosthetics, she wouldn’t.
But Hugh Herr, of the MIT Media Lab, wanted to find a way to help her. He created a bionic limb specifically for dancers, studying the way they move and adapting the limb to fit their motion. (He explains how he did it here.)
At TED2014, Adrianne danced for the first time since the attack, wearing the bionic limb that Hugh created for her.
Hugh says, “It was 3.5 seconds between the bomb blasts in the Boston terrorist attack. In 3.5 seconds, the criminals and cowards took Adrianne off the dance floor. In 200 days, we put her back. We will not be intimidated, brought down, diminished, conquered or stopped by acts of violence.”
Amen to that, Hugh.
Chan! We need fire!
Chan! Bring the fire!
The young Venezuelan photographer Natalie Keyssar set out to document in March form the backbone of the country’s antigovernment protests.
University students and recent graduates are largely behind the months-long demonstrations, some of which have turned deadly. The opposition is voicing frustration with the country’s high crime, crippling inflation and shortages of basic food and goods.
“For weeks, the protests felt almost choreographed, like a dark, surreal after school sports league,” Ms. Keyssar said.
She was struck by how dissonant the cityscapes and its inhabitants looked amidst the unrest. The protests, while contained mainly to a few areas, crept into the daily life of nearby neighborhoods, trickling into gas stations, restaurants and even children’s games.
“One quiet afternoon, two children chased each other in a circle until one fell down. ‘Maalox!’ shouted the girl, clutching her face and giggling as she lay on the ground,” emulating protestors who use the medication to ease the symptoms of tear gas. “The tiny protesters caught me watching their game and sprinted towards the apartment building. I was left on the street with all my questions about the future for these children and their country.”
You should ask someone else. There’s no happy ending with me.