Marianela Nunez and Edward Watson, original photography by Sam Christmas.
Sorry for the quality but whenever I uploaded them their quality dropped so you have to click on the image to open up a hi-res version of it! Or, if you prefer, you can see the original images in high quality on Sam Christmas’s blog here.
This blog has been around for 2 years now (almost; I started it late at night and it’s still morning, but I didn’t want to forget)!
I just wanted to thank you guys so so much for your continued support*, even through the social justice blogging (and the naysayers!), the random posts, the silliness between me and Kay, and everything. And to the amazing photographers and companies who have been okay with us sharing their photos and just have been really, really cool.
*Like, we have more followers than posts. It’s absolutely thrilling to see the number of followers every day and realize that you have the ability to reach more than 10,000 people (even if most of them don’t respond to anything you say). For reference, the ratio of posts to followers on my personal blog is nearly 60:1. So it’s honestly really, really cool to see you guys.
As you may or may not have noticed, this blog has disappeared from tumblr for the past… almost a full week, now. We were undergoing some construction and just considering the future of the blog, but suffice to say I think we’re back. :)
However, I do have a favor to ask of you guys: Please, please, please don’t remove our text, especially the photographer credits. It’s really irksome, and it annoys photographers, which is not a good thing. :(
Also. Just a note, posting will continue to be extremely slow for the time-being, as both my co-admin and myself are in finals week(s). We’ll be really busy with testing and whatnot, so the queue won’t be filled like it usually is, so… There’ll probably only be a couple posts each day, if any.
And that’s really all there is to say, and I’m sorry if we disappeared sort of abruptly. Nevertheless, happy tumblr-ing, everyone!
P. S. I promise that I am not scary and you guys can actually talk to me because I’m sort of lonely? And I mean you can make dancer requests or ballet requests or company requests, too. SOMEONE TALK TO ME WHILE I DIE OF CALCULUS.