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new york city!

chromat is about to take a bite out of the big apple! i'm moving up from lynchburg, virginia at the end of next month, and emily moves from portland, oregon in september! new york friends- i can't wait to see you all!!!!

kisses and pictures

louise ingalls sturges: i like your style. check out this little shoutout to chromat on her blog besosyfotos.

chomat would love to be docked on a yacht in st. tropez. in fact, i've been tryin to get myself on a boat all spring/summer long thusfar! can anybody out there help me with this? oh well, if i can't, at least the clothes can.

lets talk about dirty flaws

dirty flaws: i love this blog. its like the dark thunder-stormy night after the bright summer day that is another one of my favorite blogs: sauvage. the thing i like about dirty flaws is its editing and very specific mood. almost everything is black and white. and dark. and sort of demented. sometimes gross or blurry or terrifying and kinky and rough and raw. thanks to nikki for introducing me to some amazing photographers and designers.




above is nikki herself.

musclechrome text

MUSCLECHROME
by john hawkins

Silk doorway.
Mother stringing tendons,
wringing out deformities just right of frame.

See the body,
a hotel with windows.
the muscle strain, the blue-shelled architect starving with her books,
the gall bladder sisters, frail under shoulder strings,
the red sash prophet hanging from a flagpole.

Walk out with us.
Lights out, doors locked.

See the celebration, the saturday, the exit wound, the night walk, the ferris wheel, the escape.

See the life outside the fitness hotel.

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Cotton candy!
Jumprope!
Purge! Protect! Sweatshop!
Transplant! Flex! Bend! Redeem!
Rescue! Ribcage! Coney Island! Trapezius!
Defend! Splenius! Scalene! Stewardess!
Latissimus dorsi!

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Body makes body;
muscle swells muscle.
The thousand working parts:

All alive and meant for life-ing!

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Love is the guts slung low.
Wear the insides on the outsides!

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Fascia- a layer of connective tissue that gives form and structure to the muscle groups of the body, making movement possible

Your sister breezes in and past.
Your sister is the gentle touch,
the curve of the road,
the Kentucky morning water hovering breathless on the tips of the wild grass.
Grace ropes easy down her side.

Flesh-toned affection, hold her in her freedom.

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The extra deadbolt, the three hundred reps.
Still, they find her.
Rest, monster, rest.


How she looks up from her Lucky Charms and lets the laughter crack over her like thin early sunlight.

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How she steals all the bad from the blood.


Travel channel marathon! We’re going to the lake!

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We worked until our shoulders knotted.
We shrank our centers.
We made our bodies into hearts.

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