lickypickystickyme:

If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”

Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.  

“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”

The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.

Galimberti said many of the subjects for the project were selected serendipitously, picked while he was working on a project about couch surfing that explored the global phenomenon of staying in other people’s houses. Since Galimberti never slept in hotels while working on the project, he was able to come into contact with people who introduced him to grandmothers in the area.

Galimberti acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.

From top to bottom: 

Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke €(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).

Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.

Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.

Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.

The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.

Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).

Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).

Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).

Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).

Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.

It’s weird that I was scrolling down and one plate stood out to me because it looked like Haitian food and when I checked it was. I know my black rice when I see it lol

(via pavelnovel)

Source: Slate

julzisnatural:

I went out this weekend and I tried red lipstick for the first time. I liked it.

My protective style is holding up. I want to see if I could make it last halfway into February 

I almost want to invest in makeup. Almost

Ha!

So someone sent this to me after my last post about wanting men to walk in women’s shoes and feel what they feel when they’re being harassed on the street. It’s about a woman who turned herself into a man for 18 months and what she learned through that experience. I’m sorry but I found most of it to be bullshit and I don’t see how it compares to what I and most women I know, go through. Don’t tell me that I’m at an advantage because I’m the one with the power to say no and I’m not the one who has to work up the courage to make a move. I’m at a disadvantage because men feel like they need to make a move on me anywhere and anytime they feel like it. I’m at a disadvantage because he may not like my response to him and overtake me because of how small I am. I’m at a disadvantage because my “no” may be nothing more than two letters with no meaning to him. This is the only time I will respond to something like that. 

I just wish that men could walk in women’s shoes for one day. I want them to understand what it’s like to walk home at night and have a guy follow you to try and get your number even though you show no signs of interest. I want them to know what it’s like for a guy to just grab you because he wants your attention when you’ve never met him before. To be cursed out because you choose to ignore his catcalls. To walk in fear of getting raped because you only weigh 110lbs and the guy trying to get your attention is twice your size. To not know if he’ll walk away and give up or get angry and attack you. To walk by a group of guys and try to become invisible because you’re scared of what could happen.

There should be no reason for me to be so fearful on a 3 block walk to my house after a long night at work. I can’t say that I “invited” the attention by my outfit like society likes to say to females. I was wearing jeans, boots and a winter jacket. I never make eye contact and I usually walk with a purpose. When will this kind of shit change? I always wonder if these men don’t have mothers and sisters and if they would want them to walk around with the same fear. 

I’m just over it and I guess I was just particularly scared tonight… more than I usually am and it made me angry. I just wish they could understand.

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