gardening at 11:20 at night — my tomatoes are finally coming in, my basil plants are giant, and my pumpkin plant is enormous! pretty much a full-blown farmer at this point. now, just gotta slaughter some cattle up in here.
“People hate her, they really do. Did you know that to Yoko someone is a verb in America? It is something that boys say if they’re hanging out with you too much and they’re going to school or they have a band. It’s almost a myth that’s used to suppress women. Y’know, ‘You’re gonna Yoko me. You’re gonna destroy me.’ And this woman put up with racial inequality from Fleet Street, she put up with being accused of breaking up the best band in the world, she put up with people’s idea that she castrated this man and then, worst of all, she had her best friend, her husband, the person she lived for, die in her arms in front of a fortress that she’d hidden herself in for 20 years. And I just feel that the world media should apologize to her because she handled it with so much dignity.” Courtney Love about Yoko Ono, 1993
I remember reading that 20 Years In The Dakota was written about Yoko
She spent twenty years like a virus They want to burn the witch who’s inside us Well yeah, you don’t fuck with the fabulous four Or you spend the rest of your life Picking things up off the floor She’s still alive but I am sure That all the stars belong to her On California king-sized beds She’s wrapped in rags inside my head This is the story, this is the story of someone who’s wild Big black rules, pearl, life
Photos by Annabel Mehran, styling by Annette Lamothe-Ramos.
Selling the suicides of these long suffering, immensely talented women to sell fashion accessories (ex: a pair of hosiery tied in a noose around a woman’s neck, with a link below to the site that sells the stockings) is abhorrent. I repeat, abhorrent.