Because the ballet tag features too many people of only one body type. Let’s not pretend you need to be a certain weight to be able to perform fouetté en tournant.
This is for my mom, who told me when I was seven years old that I was too fat to be a ballerina.
How badass is this woman. OMG. She is balancing more than 200 lbs on one toe.
That is skill, ladies and gents.
What was that? Fat people are lazy and weak and OH SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS THIS PICTURE.
Holy shit, the headband and the sunglasses. This has made my day.
(this was taken after her first one)
Me: “She wants to know if you can please hold this for her second photo?”
T (reads it and laughs): “yeah!! Of course!”
In the autograph room later Tyler got the photo passed to him, gave this huge smile and looked up really quick
T: “hi again, sweetie. This is great. You stole my job”
J: “I know”
T: “What am I meant to do when I go back now?”
J: “I don’t know but I’m the alpha now.”
T: “Yes, you are. Can you run a pack?”
J: “Yes. Better than you can.”
T (while laughing): “I’m sure you can. I guess I have some time off now. Thank you so much.”
So spring is almost upon us and Nick decided to wipe the Whiteboard cabinets clean and have us start anew. The Following photo set is the result of The Korra Crew’s wacky imagination… Enjoy!
“Metal Gear Playground”
A commission I recently finished (and also one I thoroughly enjoyed producing). In fact, I liked it so much, I’m making the print available to purchase!
Hope you guys dig it!
Here’s a commission I did recently to hold you guys over until Wednesday.
Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.
Go to your room.