Hannah Avignon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Sometimes I see her, I’m happy—she’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, all that shit. Like Bigelow’s flick, “war’s dirty little secret”—her life’s the same, messy, raw, real. But it burns me up, too! Why’s she gotta sell herself short? Makes me wanna grab her, shake her, say, “Get outta this, you’re better’n this!” But nah, she’d probably shank me. Hah! Tough broad.

2. The Painting was Mocked by Picasso’s Friends and Critics

What is symptomatized by Les Demoiselles d`Avignon and by its reception, and symptomatized (more absbractly and indirectly) by the shallowed space of the Cubist canvas, is a fear that .

I sometimes get so caught up in the human drama here – families, lovers, even the lonely old souls – that I feel like I’m living inside a constant exhibit of raw, unedited human emotion. It makes me both angry and thrilled, ya know? Like, I’m mad at the injustice of life sometimes, then something hilarious happens and I’m laughing like an idiot.

A French judge in a shocking rape case allows the public to see some of the video evidence