the road ahead is an abyss
tomfoolery at an all time high
Father and Son — In his deceptively simple photographs, Bulgarian photographer Valery Poshtarov (IG: valery.poshtarov) pushes against the narrow confines of modern masculinity to capture moments of tenderness between fathers and their sons.
Poshtarov began the series after making a portrait of his father and grandfather. From his own personal sphere, he branched outwards to explore the complex spectrum of meaning that is held within this act in other men’s relationships.
Asking his subjects a straightforward request—to hold hands—he captures what happens when two adult men return to a gesture so elemental to our image of parent-child relationships.
From a young age, boys in many societies are taught, implicitly or explicitly, to bottle up their emotions, close themselves off, and treat displays of affection with skepticism or suspicion. Generational, cultural, and experiential differences can add even more distance.
In Father and Son, Poshtarov captures a world of words that may rarely, if ever, be spoken aloud, but that exists within the intimacy of a pair of hands holding each other.
(Essay by Magali Duzan)
imagine going to a house party and ask to go to the bathroom and like theres a dark souls silver knight guarding a chest in there. and like you ask him to not look but he doesn’t respond at all. He’s not like agro, or staring at you with intent, but he’s FULLY aware of your presence and watching you like you intend to steal
I use hurrah, hurray, huzzah unironically and I feel no shame about it. “I checked out the thing you recommended and I liked it” “I’ll go to that with you” “I brought you a cupcake” like…hurray! LOL
I edited this post to have commas instead of slashes because hurrah/hurray/huzzah kind of did look like a set of neopronouns at first
