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This costume has so many little details that were really fun to work on! My litmus test for every material I chose was, “can I make it shinier?” Almost every fabric, pigment or thread in this thing reflects the light in some way. I might have an addiction.✨

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Costume made and worn by me

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We are a group of students in university in interest to start an NGO to help the homeless people get some easy jobs and to integrate them into our society.

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outtakes from shoot for hooligan mag with bao who took me to coney island for the first time.

photoshoots always feel weird because like, i’m a musician, i don’t mind being observed when I’m playing music because i’m doing what i do, but when someone’s taking my pictures while i’m not doing anything it’s like why are you looking at me? i’m not doing anything? what is my body?

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Jordan Hewson, the daughter of U2's Bono, just made it easier to donate to causes online
Jordan Hewson founded Speakable to make taking action quicker and easier.
By Avery Hartmans

Jordan Hewson founded her company on one premise: Millennials aren’t taking action on the issues they care about because the process is difficult, confusing, and time-consuming.

So Hewson created Speakable, a company that uses technology to make civic engagement more accessible. Since 2015, Speakable has been working on its first product, the Action Button, which goes live Thursday.

The Action Button links publishers to NGOs and nonprofits like Amnesty International and Planned Parenthood, and has been in beta testing with Huffington Post until now. Starting today, the Action Button will go live on articles on Huffington Post, Vice, and the Guardian.

Here’s how it works:

  • On articles pertaining to issues that a reader could take action on — like getting girls an education in third-world countries, or the Syrian refugee crisis — the Action Button will appear at the bottom of the page
  • The button is powered by an algorithm that matches vetted NGOs with a relevant article
  • Readers can choose one of three ways to take action, like taking a poll, signing a petition, or donating to a cause
  • The options don’t require readers to leave the page, even if they choose the donate option

As a wise man once said at the Golden Globes… “That’s really, really, fuckin’ brilliant!”

All is well in Pepsicola

I knew the name of my new boss, and that he would send someone to pick me up from the airport.

It wasn’t until I was being jolted through the dirty backstreets of Kathmandu far from Thamel or any area typically inhabited by foreigners that I realised my naive underpreparedness.

I’d easily jumped into this stranger’s car and didn’t even think to find out where I was being taken - to my home stay? To the office? Where even was this place, and where was I being taken to? I could end up anywhere and not have a clue. I’d trusted in things “just working out” to the extent that I hadn’t even thought past getting my visa, and now I was literally being drawn into blank unchartered territories.

“The area is called Pepsicola”, my co-worker Bishmal explained from the rooftop of my home stay, which conveniently doubles as the HQ and office, “because there is a Pepsi factory nearby, so they named the area after it”.

Pepsicola, my home for the next few months … I’m going to giggle every time I use that name. I can’t find it named so on maps, but most tourist maps I’ve been looking at don’t even cover this little south east corner of the sprawling Kathmandu city.

A dusty football field marks the centre of Pepsicola, around which locals sell fresh fruits and fried meats in competition with their more settled neighbours in the shops and restaurants. There’s little traffic, and we wander down the middle of the bumpy road like it’s ours as I create a mental picture of my days here this spring: I’ll be re-working the website and creating a social media strategy for the NGO Volunteer Service Nepal (VSN), while developing new projects and visiting all of the existing ones around the Kathmandu Valley. I’ll be busy and creative, but most importantly I’ll be living and working in this little haven of Pepsicola.

Later in the evening I meet Bishmal again in “The Hut” - a local bar that seems to be the in place to hang out in Pepsicola. Young men dance with their arms out, pumping their shoulders up and down in rhythm to the live band that gives raucous renditions of Nepali and American classics. Some women in the corner imitate them for a joke, but sit down quickly when they become self-conscious.

I hadn’t thought about my upcoming time in Nepal enough to expect anything from it, I was completely unprepared. But now it feels like my experience here is exactly as it should be - I had no expectations that might have been unfulfilled, or nervous fears that had to be resolved. There’s no struggle against preconceived ideas, there’s only the beautiful reality that is appearing in front of me in each moment now.

In the dawn light I see the snow capped Himalayan range glow and then fade into haze as the morning begins. Sometimes, things really do just work out without too much thought.

Everything is as it should be, and all is well in Pepsicola.

Having worked out how to manage governments, political parties, elections, courts, the media and liberal opinion, there was one more challenge for the neo-liberal establishment: how to deal with growing unrest, the threat of “people’s power”. How do you domesticate it? How do you turn protesters into pets? How do you vacuum up people’s fury and redirect it into blind alleys?

Here too, foundations and their allied organisations have a long and illustrious history. A revealing example is their role in defusing and deradicalising the Black Civil Rights movement in the US in the 1960s and the successful transformation of Black Power into Black Capitalism.

The Rockefeller Foundation, in keeping with J.D. Rockefeller’s ideals, had worked closely with Martin Luther King Sr (father of Martin Luther King Jr). But his influence waned with the rise of the more militant organisations—the Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) and the Black Panthers. The Ford and Rockefeller Foundations moved in. In 1970, they donated $15 million to “moderate” black organisations, giving people grants, fellowships, scholarships, job training programmes for dropouts and seed money for black-owned businesses. Repression, infighting and the honey trap of funding led to the gradual atrophying of the radical black organisations.

Martin Luther King, Jr. made the forbidden connections between Capitalism, Imperialism, Racism and the Vietnam War. As a result, after he was assassinated, even his memory became a toxic threat to public order. Foundations and Corporations worked hard to remodel his legacy to fit a market-friendly format. The Martin Luther King Junior Centre for Non-Violent Social Change, with an operational grant of $2 million, was set up by, among others, the Ford Motor Company, General Motors, Mobil, Western Electric, Procter & Gamble, US Steel and Monsanto. The Center maintains the King Library and Archives of the Civil Rights Movement. Among the many programmes the King Center runs have been projects that “work closely with the United States Department of Defense, the Armed Forces Chaplains Board and others”. It co-sponsored the Martin Luther King Jr Lecture Series called ‘The Free Enterprise System: An Agent for Non-violent Social Change’.

—  Arundhati Roy, “Capitalism: A Ghost Story”
Barcelona holds a demonstration in support of the refugees

The Catalan organization “Casa nostra, casa vostra” (Our home, your home) has organized a demonstration in Barcelona with the slogan “Volem acollir” (We want to take in). Last week, there was a concert with many artists. All the money will be given to NGOs who are helping the refugees. Protesters want the EU and Spanish politicians to actually do something.

Pictures of today’s demo:

(Pictures taken from Twitter)

The demonstration ends at the beach, a metaphor to denounce how many people have died in the Mediterranean sea.

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More pictures and videos under the hashtag #volemacollir

The legal minimum wage in Myanmar is 3,600 kyat (£2.12) for an eight-hour day – equivalent to 26p an hour. Workers in all the factories investigated worked six-day weeks. Labour NGOs argued when the minimum wage was set that a minimum of 6,000 kyat a day was required for a basic standard of living. All the factories investigated employed workers below the age of 18. Several workers at factories supplying Lonsdale, New Look, H&M and Muji stated that they had started work at the age of 14. A worker at another factory told researchers: “When buyers come into the factory the child workers are being told not to come to work that day.”
—  Gethin Chamberlain, ‘How high street clothes were made by children in Myanmar for 13p an hour’, The Guardian
Armed with their billions, these NGOs have waded into the world, turning potential revolutionaries into salaried activists, funding artists, intellectuals and filmmakers, gently luring them away from radical confrontation, ushering them in the direction of multiculturalism, gender equity, community development–the discourse couched in the language of identity politics and human rights… The transformation of the idea of justice into the industry of human rights has been a conceptual coup.
—  Arundhati Roy, Capitalism: A Ghost Story

Mediterranean Sea. Off the Libyan coast. 2016. Mediterranean Migration. Two men panic and struggle in the water during their rescue. Their rubber boat was in distress and deflating quickly on one side, tipping many migrants in the water. They were quickly reached by rescue swimmers and brought to safety. 

The central Mediterranean migration route, between the coasts of Libya and Italy, remains busy. According to reports by the UNHCR, 5,000 people died while attempting to cross the Mediterranean in 2016. NGOs and charities such as Migrant Offshore Aid Station (MOAS) continue their efforts to patrol the patch of sea north of the Libyan coast, in the hope of rescuing refugees before the potential of drowning. The rescue team on board the MOAS’ Responder are there to mitigate loss of life at sea. Operating like a sea-born ambulance, they rush to assist and rescue refugee vessels in distress, provide medical assistance, and bring the refugees safely to Italy.

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Photograph: Mathieu Willcocks