Wikipedia says that “Dennis the Menace is a daily syndicated newspaper comic strip originally created, written, and illustrated by Hank Ketcham. It debuted on March 12, 1951, in 16 newspapers and was originally distributed by Post-Hall Syndicate.”
But this comic by Ketcham two years earlier sure looks like Dennis!
A fit of nostalgia has me rewatching this series and I’m 100% ok with admitting I judge an episode on how much Lancitty is in it on whether I liked the episode or not, with the exception of some elements~
Seriously, though, I have some bad fanart from ‘09 of these two and I loved this damn show and will never be over it and gah~!!! <3
The emergence of the young girl’s
puberty announces the beginning of her adolescence. An intriguing and delicate
moment where discoveries and asphyxia intertwine. Synonyms of life and
blossoming, plants are metaphoric actresses of certain steps of this human and
mental transformation. The body develops and blossoms without warning.
breast growth to the appearance of periods, this change of state becomes a
fight with oneself: growing, accepting one’s metamorphosis, cutting through the
chrysalis… In front of the incomprehension of all these things changing,
modesty sets in. Malaise from a sometimes toxic upheaval. They become conscious
of their appearance, and little by little, of their inner changes. They become
curious, attracted to danger and risk. They get out of their cocoon, timidly
L’apparition de la
puberté chez la fille annonce le début de son adolescence. Un passage de la vie
intriguant et délicat où s’entremêlent découvertes et asphyxie. Synonyme de vie
et d’éclosion, les plantes sont ici les actrices métaphoriques de certaines
étapes de cette transformation humaine tant physique que mentale. Le corps se
développe et bourgeonne sans crier gare.
De la poussée des seins à
l'apparition des règles, ce changement d’état devient un combat avec
soi-même : grandir, accepter sa métamorphose, percer la chrysalide… Face à l’incompréhension de toutes ces choses
qui changent, la pudeur s’installe. Mal-être ressenti d’un bouleversement
parfois toxique. On prend conscience de son apparence et, petit à petit, de ce
qu'il se passe en nous. On devient curieuse, attirée par le danger, le risque.
On sort du cocon, timidement et en silence.
Photography by Charlotte Abramow + Plants creation by Duy Anh Nhan Duc
Fashion by Caroline Nedelec / Make-up by Virginie Rascle / Hair by Jonathan Dadoun
I’m thankful for the bruises,
The ‘street light’ curfew,
When my friends actually knocked for me instead of texting 'i’m outside’.
All the imagination put into making adventures and building tree houses, the cuts, the falls, the splinters.
I am fully thankful I got to live the most adventurous, imaginative childhood, were I planted all the seeds of my dreams that are slowly coming true now.
I can only hope my children are as lucky for their minds to be as free as mine once was.