Last of my favourite races until the cyclocross starts again. Giro Rosa, 10 days of riding in northern Italy, and Our Girls smashed it. Annamiek van Vleuten winning the GC, points, and mountains classifications as well as 2 stages; Amanda Spratt 3rd overall, Lucy Kennedy almost winning stage 3, and Mitchelton-SCOTT all-round the most enjoyable team to watch. Elsewhere Marianne Vos utterly shredding it with 4 stage wins and showing mad cyclocross skills, Kasia Niewiadoma almost on the podium at the end (and team with best-looking bikes), Anna van der Breggen, Elisa Longo Borghini and others just showing brilliant riding. More of this, please and thanks.
Visiting Isabelle for shiatsu and a long-overdue catch-up. Summer up in Wedding.
“Blood does not family make. Those are relatives. Family are those with whom you share your good, bad, and ugly, and still love one another in the end. Those are the ones you select.”
So many beautiful trans women and feminine stories on telly right now. Bitches are making me cry.
Berlin turning on one of those very pretty evenings.
Live on June 30th, a digital archive for Australian cyberfeminist collective, VNS Matrix / Merchants of Slime.
’90s-period CRT phosphor colours, monospace fonts, highly structured and interlinked data, emerging from over a year of conversations and work with the Merchants of Slime. Deep adoration for Web 1.0 aesthetics, sliding into contemporary possibilities for accessibility, interaction, responsiveness, and clarity.
By far the largest project I’ve undertaken, handling archival data management, utterly masses of PHP, JS, and CSS, and teasing out over months the design, aesthetic, and movement through hundreds of pages and thousands of media files – all while trying to keep it properly accessible, semantic, responsive, logical, even simple, while the phosphor burns the screen.
Heaps big thanks to Virginia Barratt and VNS Matrix for going, “Yeah, Frances is what we want.” And hectic reps to research assistant Clare Bartholomaeus for all the scanning and cataloguing.
Phosphor burn digital archaeology slime archive for the 21st century, cunt.
I love when kitchen food comes to life and grows all over the place. Ginger coming along nicely; tumeric and garlic getting in on the act too.
I’m going to try and retrospectively publish the posts of Marbella on the days I took the pictures, though sometimes a post is multiple days. It’s sort of a memory mapped to dates to fill in the absences.