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Oct 16, 2014 / 433,640 notes

shuitsang:

rasputin:

Portuguese designer Susana Soares has developed a device for detecting cancer and other serious diseases using trained bees. The bees are placed in a glass chamber into which the patient exhales; the bees fly into a smaller secondary chamber if they detect cancer. 

Scientists have found that honey bees - Apis mellifera - have an extraordinary sense of smell that is more acute than that of a sniffer dog and can detect airborne molecules in the parts-per-trillion range. 

Bees can be trained to detect specific chemical odours, including the biomarkers associated with diseases such as tuberculosis, lung, skin and pancreatic cancer.

So many of the collections we see [in New York] are the fashion equivalent of a microwaveable three-cheese lasagne. They’re prepacked, easily consumed, serviceable but frequently lacking spice.
Oct 16, 2014 / 248 notes
Oct 14, 2014 / 115,176 notes

karenhurley:

This campaign is great, really makes you look closer instead of just and quick stereotypical glance 

GSR Entrance Hall System

Advertising Agency: SPR Agency, Novo Hamburgo, Brazil Via

Oct 14, 2014 / 335 notes

Living pod - Light-activated organza coat by Ying Gao
Oct 14, 2014 / 3,294 notes

Living pod - Light-activated organza coat by Ying Gao

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Oct 13, 2014 / 1,391 notes

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Oct 13, 2014 / 127 notes
Oct 9, 2014 / 82,527 notes

ecklecticsoul:

{Strolling Series by Cecile Emeke}

Sexism,Patriarchy,Racism and Colonialsm.Full Discourse

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Oct 9, 2014 / 3,255 notes

jadecho:

"Disappearing" at CUPSI 2013 Prelims

in gym class
my white best friend points to the flat of my face
and says “you don’t really have a nose.”
it’s the first time i notice the difference
in the geography of our faces
i wish for a tall, delicate nose like hers
like my white boy punk idols
like the girls the boys see as beautiful

7th grade is a year of disappearing
the boys lounging in the breezeway
cackle about how i don’t have an ass
the department store jeans sag over the thin of me
it’s the first time i learn my yellow body
does not exist here

i’m in college
the first time a man old enough to be my father
hollers at me on the street

"sup lil mama!
me love you long time,
long,
long time.”

his words lick the back of my neck, slow
there’s a part of me that takes it as a compliment 
there’s a part of me that wants to falcon punch the lecher out his face

it’s the first time someone makes me understand
how my yellow body shouts
easy pussy
across the sidewalk
port of nagasaki thighs
for you to commodore perry open
cambodian countryside cunt
to bomb in silence

in the mirror
i want to skin the chinadoll off of me
these almond eyes
flushed porcelain cheeks
that betray me
look how cute you did yourself up today
you were asking for it

it’s october
the halloween store sells costumes called
“asian persuasion”
"geisha beauty to ninja cutie"
modeled by white women in black wigs
cleavage bursting through strategic seams
my skin a little something sexy to don for one night only
they wear the fantasy of it
but never know the itching
how we asian women
carry a certain insanity 
with the yellow of our skin
tiptoeing the ghostland 
between invisible and undesirable
visible and easy victim

i’ve learned to speak steel trap
when talking to white men
keeping my smiles from showing too much interest
because the air is heavy with ghosts between us
chinese women abducted into new world prostitution
british opium ravaging pearl delta apart
in 2008, the 16 asian women in oakland victimized by police
in 2000, the 2 japanese women in spokane
raped by 2 white men “infatuated with the japanese race”
i’ve learned i can’t trust anyone to see me
under the histories this country
has mapped onto our skin

in class
the paper pale english major next to me in
seems too interested
in whether or not i have plans for the weekend
i can’t tell if he’s just friendly
or viewing the beginnings of a porno
in the corners of my smile
i want to tear the “undemanding” 
the “passive” from my skin
i leave the classroom
hoping walking away
is enough to not disappear

Oct 9, 2014 / 21,193 notes

fuckyeahchinesefashion:

This is a “Family Portrait” of China’s 56 ethnic groups. Chen Haiwen, a photographer, recently lead a team of 14 photographers to create a book entitled, “Harmonious China: A Sketch of China’s 56 Ethnicities.” The team spent one year travelling all over China to complete the project. They ended up taking over 5.7 million photographs.

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