1. meagansmoviealphabet:

Here’s my print for Gallery 1988’s offical Ghostbusters show opening in New York tomorrow! All details available on Gallery 1988’s website.
This print will be travelling form New York to Los Angeles, and Chicago before heading to San Diego Comic Con. Ahh so excited to finally share it!
'Who You Gonna Call?'
Gicleé Print numbered edition of 30

    meagansmoviealphabet:

    Here’s my print for Gallery 1988’s offical Ghostbusters show opening in New York tomorrow! All details available on Gallery 1988’s website.

    This print will be travelling form New York to Los Angeles, and Chicago before heading to San Diego Comic Con. Ahh so excited to finally share it!

    'Who You Gonna Call?'

    Gicleé Print numbered edition of 30

  2. One more Unfortunate,
    Weary of breath,
    Rashly importunate,
    Gone to her death!

    Take her up tenderly,
    Lift her with care;
    Fashion’d so slenderly
    Young, and so fair!

    Look at her garments
    Clinging like cerements;
    Whilst the wave constantly
    Drips from her clothing;
    Take her up instantly,
    Loving, not loathing.

    Touch her not scornfully;
    Think of her mournfully,
    Gently and humanly;
    Not of the stains of her,
    All that remains of her
    Now is pure womanly.

    Make no deep scrutiny
    Into her mutiny
    Rash and undutiful:
    Past all dishonour,
    Death has left on her
    Only the beautiful.

    Still, for all slips of hers,
    One of Eve’s family—
    Wipe those poor lips of hers
    Oozing so clammily.

    Loop up her tresses
    Escaped from the comb,
    Her fair auburn tresses;
    Whilst wonderment guesses
    Where was her home?

    Who was her father?
    Who was her mother?
    Had she a sister?
    Had she a brother?
    Or was there a dearer one
    Still, and a nearer one
    Yet, than all other?

    Alas! for the rarity
    Of Christian charity
    Under the sun!
    O, it was pitiful!
    Near a whole city full,
    Home she had none.

    Sisterly, brotherly,
    Fatherly, motherly
    Feelings had changed:
    Love, by harsh evidence,
    Thrown from its eminence;
    Even God’s providence
    Seeming estranged.

    Where the lamps quiver
    So far in the river,
    With many a light
    From window and casement,
    From garret to basement,
    She stood, with amazement,
    Houseless by night.

    The bleak wind of March
    Made her tremble and shiver;
    But not the dark arch,
    Or the black flowing river:
    Mad from life’s history,
    Glad to death’s mystery,
    Swift to be hurl’d—
    Anywhere, anywhere
    Out of the world!

    In she plunged boldly—
    No matter how coldly
    The rough river ran—
    Over the brink of it,
    Picture it—think of it,
    Dissolute Man!
    Lave in it, drink of it,
    Then, if you can!

    Take her up tenderly,
    Lift her with care;
    Fashion’d so slenderly,
    Young, and so fair!

    Ere her limbs frigidly
    Stiffen too rigidly,
    Decently, kindly,
    Smooth and compose them;
    And her eyes, close them,
    Staring so blindly!

    Dreadfully staring
    Thro’ muddy impurity,
    As when with the daring
    Last look of despairing
    Fix’d on futurity.

    Perishing gloomily,
    Spurr’d by contumely,
    Cold inhumanity,
    Burning insanity,
    Into her rest.—
    Cross her hands humbly
    As if praying dumbly,
    Over her breast!

    Owning her weakness,
    Her evil behaviour,
    And leaving, with meekness,
    Her sins to her Saviour!

    — The Bridge of Sighes - Thomas Hood

  3. robertickismirolo:

Type piece I did for NCAD’s rag week. (get it?)

Vulgar yet delightful

    robertickismirolo:

    Type piece I did for NCAD’s rag week. (get it?)

    Vulgar yet delightful

  4. hollywoodbabylondublin:

HUGE HAIR, AMAZING POSTER April 12th @LighthouseD7

Here is the digital version of the poster I designed for Hollywood Babylon :-)
Screen prints of the florescent pink variant are available on the night of screening and from Damn Fine Print’s website

    hollywoodbabylondublin:

    HUGE HAIR, AMAZING POSTER April 12th @LighthouseD7

    Here is the digital version of the poster I designed for Hollywood Babylon :-)

    Screen prints of the florescent pink variant are available on the night of screening and from Damn Fine Print’s website

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  6. With the help of Alan Clarke & Mick Minogue I Found the Stephens Green Specteral Society today #transformyourcity

    With the help of Alan Clarke & Mick Minogue I Found the Stephens Green Specteral Society today #transformyourcity

  7. #HappyStPatricksDay  beer and work :-)

    #HappyStPatricksDay beer and work :-)

  8. Look what arrived from Greece thanks tind, time to sign and send to New York #FTLO @fortheloveof_ftlo

    Look what arrived from Greece thanks tind, time to sign and send to New York #FTLO @fortheloveof_ftlo

  9. At #derrenbrown best last minute free ticket ever!

    At #derrenbrown best last minute free ticket ever!

  10. torontocrow:

Tippi Hedren and one of The Birds

    torontocrow:

    Tippi Hedren and one of The Birds

  11. REQUIRED READING - Gallery 1988 by MegHylandHand Pulled metallic Screenprint of Patrick Süskind’s Perfume: Story of a Murderer for Gallery 1988’s Required Reading Show.

    REQUIRED READING - Gallery 1988 by MegHyland
    Hand Pulled metallic Screenprint of Patrick Süskind’s Perfume: Story of a Murderer for Gallery 1988’s Required Reading Show.

  12. SOUNDS DAMN FINE by MegHylandScreen Print for Damn Fine Print’s ‘Sounds Damn Fine’ Exhibition based on Tom Wait’s ‘Little Drop of Poison’. Limited Edition of 30.

    SOUNDS DAMN FINE by MegHyland
    Screen Print for Damn Fine Print’s ‘Sounds Damn Fine’ Exhibition based on Tom Wait’s ‘Little Drop of Poison’. Limited Edition of 30.

  13. Why Society Still Needs Feminism

    Because to men, a key is a device to open something. For women, it’s a weapon we hold between our fingers when we’re walking alone at night.

    Because the biggest insult for a guy is to be called a “pussy,” a “little bitch” or a “girl.” From here on out, being called a “pussy” is an effing badge of honor.

    Because last month, my politics professor asked the class if women should have equal representation in the Supreme Court, and only three out of 42 people raised their hands.

    Because rape jokes are still a thing.

    Because despite being equally broke college kids, guys are still expected to pay for dates, drinks and flowers.

    Because as a legit student group, Campus Fellowship does not allow women to lead anything involving men. Look, I know Eve was dumb about the whole apple and snake thing, but I think we can agree having a vagina does not directly impact your ability to lead a
    college organization.

    Because it’s assumed that if you are nice to a girl, she owes you sex — therefore, if she turns you down, she’s a bitch who’s put you in the “friend zone.” Sorry, bro, women are not machines you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.

    Because only 29 percent of American women identify as feminist, and in the words of author Caitlin Moran, “What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Did all that good shit get on your nerves? Or were you just drunk at the time
    of the survey?”

    Because when people hear the term feminist, they honestly think of women burning bras. Dude, have you ever bought a bra? No one would burn them because they’re freaking
    expensive.

    Because Rush Limbaugh.

    Because we now have a record number of women in the Senate … which is a measly 20 out of 100. Congrats, USA, we’ve gone up to 78th place for women’s political representation, still below China, Rwanda and Iraq.

    Because recently I had a discussion with a couple of well-meaning Drake University guys, and they literally could not fathom how catcalling a woman walking down University Avenue is creepy and sexist.
    Could. Not. Fathom.

    Because on average, the tenured male professors at Drake make more than the tenured female professors.

    Because more people on campus complain about chalked statistics regarding sexual assault than complain about the existence of sexual assault. Priorities? Have them.

    Because 138 House Republicans voted against the Violence Against Women Act. All 138 felt it shouldn’t provide support for Native women, LGBT people or immigrant women. I’m kind of confused by this, because I thought LGBT people and women of color were also human beings.
    Weird, right?

    Because a girl was roofied last semester at a local campus bar, and I heard someone say they think she should have been more careful. Being drugged is her fault, not the fault of the person who put drugs in her drink?

    Because Chris Brown beat Rihanna so badly she was hospitalized, yet he still has fans and bestselling songs and a tattoo of an abused woman on his neck.

    Because out of 7 billion people on the planet, more than 1 billion women will be raped or beaten in their lifetimes. Women and girls have their clitorises cut out, acid thrown on them and broken bottles shoved up them as an act of war. Every second of every day. Every corner of the Earth.

    Because the other day, another friend of mine told me she was raped, and I can no longer count on both my hands the number of friends who have told me they’ve been sexually assaulted. Words can’t express how scared I am that I’m getting used to this.

    Because a brief survey of reality will tell you that we do not live in a world that values all people equally and that sucks in real, very scary ways. Because you know we live in a sexist world when an awesome thing with the name “feminism” has a weird connotation. Because if I have kids someday, I want my son to be able to have emotions and play dress up, and I want my daughter to climb trees and care more about what’s in her head than what’s on it. Because I don’t want her to carry keys between her fingers at night to
    protect herself.

    Because feminism is for everybody, and this is your official invitation.

    — Caitlin O’Donnell, Drake University. (via on-another-note)