initials b.b

Brigitte Anne-Marie Bardot ( born 28 September 1934) is a French actress, singer and fashion model, who later became an animal rights activist. She was one of the best known sex symbols of the 1950s and 1960s and was widely referred to by her initials, B.B.

Bardot was an aspiring ballerina in her early life. She started her acting career in 1952. After appearing in 16 routine comedy films, with limited international release, she became world-famous in 1957 after starring in the controversial film And God Created Woman. Bardot caught the attention of French intellectuals. She was the subject of Simone de Beauvoir’s 1959 essay, The Lolita Syndrome, which described Bardot as a “locomotive of women’s history” and built upon existentialist themes to declare her the first and most liberated woman of post-war France. She later starred in Jean-Luc Godard’s 1963 film Le Mépris. For her role in Louis Malle’s 1965 film Viva Maria! Bardot was nominated for a BAFTA Award for Best Foreign Actress. From 1969 to 1978, Bardot was the official face of Marianne (who had previously been anonymous) to represent the liberty of France.

Bardot retired from the entertainment industry in 1973. During her career in show business, she starred in 47 films, performed in several musical shows and recorded over 60 songs. She was awarded the Legion of Honour in 1985 but refused to receive it.After her retirement, she established herself as an animal rights activist. During the 2000s, she generated controversy by criticizing immigration and Islam in France and has been fined five times for inciting racial hatred.

anonymous asked:

you write poetry, right? would you mind sharing some of your favorite poets/poems? ily

i do! also,, i love u and this ask wow 💞😭

all time favorites:
• “Kids Who Die” by Langston Hughes
• “Beautiful Black Men” by Nikki Giovanni
• Nikki Giovanni in her entirety 💕
• “We Real Cool” by Gwendolyn Brooks (Also one of my favorite poets)
• Any of Shinji Moon’s work
• I Is A Long Memoried Woman by Grace Nichols
• “The Rose That Grew From Concrete” by Tupac, among others that he wrote
• “Dear Straight People” by Denice Frohman
• “Footnotes For Kanye” by Jasmine Mans

current favorites:
• Neil Hilborn and Shane Koyczan have some good spoken word stuff
• “I Will Not Let An Exam Result Decide My Fate” by Suli Breaks (the flow isn’t my favorite but i really relate to the message and love his play on words)
• “Wasabi And Guac Are Not The Same Thing” by some girl at my school i just know her initials are B.B
• Our poet laureate, Bisa Adero writes some beautiful stuff and she’s coming out with a book soon so i’ll keep you updated
• “Black And Blue” by Alysia Harris and Jasmine Mans

Beyond Birthday + Identity

Misora looked up and saw her face in the mirror. Naomi Misora. This was her. That much was clear. Everyone knows the sensation of staring at a word for a long period of time until you start to wonder if it is really spelled correctly. In the same way, it was possible to doubt oneself, to wonder how long one could really be oneself. Was she still herself?

Still grinning to himself, he faced the mirror, brushed his hair, and began applying his makeup. The reflection of himself in the mirror. Himself. As always, he could not see his own time of death. No more than he could see the death of the world.

“If L’s a genius then B’s an extreme genius. If L’s a freak, then B’s an extreme freak. Now it’s time to get ready.There are things I must do before B can surpass L. Henh henh henh henh.”

[T]he second child, Beyond Birthday, was brilliant and deviant. B stood for Backup. But B tried to surpass L, not become him


I think B’s relationship to self identity is terribly interesting. From begin on, he views himself as different and separated from other people because he is the only one whose life’s end he cannot see. In a world full of predetermined existences at whose unawareness of their final destination he can laugh, he’s the one who’s different. Something else entirely, among dead men walking.

I was reduced to nothing but an absent gaze. Think of it this way: I was a pair of abstract eyes walking around wearing my flesh as a disguise. Living as such there was no point in expecting any form of societal responsibility or human reaction.
-Kiyoshi Kasai, Bye-Bye Angel

And this person now comes to be brought to succeed the one person whose face and name is unknown - whose death is unknown. To a degree, L appears to be like him. A player between NPCs. There is no surprise that B would be able to get invested in that, enough to fully internalize the idea of becoming a successor up until the point where it makes him feel disgusted. 

I think that rather than ‘I am L, only more L than L himself’, a central theme of his murder case is  ‘I am not you, I go above the scale you set’. Look at me
While a lot of what we can perceive about B is his mockery and imitation of L in ‘Rue Ryuzaki’ the character of a great detective, what I personally think is that his murders are also his autobiography, not as L but himself.

His preferences (Akazukin Chacha, the set up as a fiction-themed crime story overall - life is a stage, everyone is just playing the role destiny/death has given them) as well as his life story (Clock, Eyes) and his very name, the one thing about his self that he can know without doubt to be real about himself (B.B. initials  - a whole case set up for revealing his name, his true hidden identity). 
And, tragically, also his belief to be somewhat more than human, to be in control of his own fate - B thinks that death is inevitable and human choice is of little to no consequence in it. He knows this. Yet, his fatal flaw is believing himself to be above this, not fully the same as other humans.

L would be left chasing after the mirage of the deceased B. L would be forever followed by the mirage of the deceased B. L would spend the rest of his life trembling in fear of B’s shadow. L would lose. B would win. B was the top, and L was the bottom—L would grovel at B’s feet.
The copy would surpass the original.

LABB is B’s ticket to make L look at him. Nameless L, whom B cannot become nor humanize, which would place him beneath him like any normal person.

Or perhaps B simply wanted to meet L. Then he could use the eyes of the shinigami he’d been born with and see L’s real name, see when L would die.

It would reverse the stick once and for all - B becomes real; his self, that is so hard to pin down between mirrors and confusion, becomes immortal in L. 
Eyes, mirrors, fiction and identity are the central motives throughout the novel and in this fashion, B needs to write his story and be seen to be real. 

LABB is a suicide as much as it’s a creation of self. 

B is someone feeling stuck between being human and being concept, between being above and beneath in a world he views as largely inconsequential.
It’s interesting how, in twisted manner, he still reaches his goal of a reverse situation - instead of B becoming L, L becomes B by taking his detective code.

                *A note: Beyond Birthday is a character that leaves a lot up for interpretation and this is a personal take on reading the different cues of the novel, not intended to be a generally applying analysis. I would not dream of saying I have found the one single real interpretation, man.

so i got a new book today and the main character is trying to trace the identity of a mysterious artist known only by the initials “B.B.”

and i can’t stop laughing because all i can imagine is the guy walking into his room or library or something when suddenly

“IT WAS ME ALL ALONG”