Brazilian artist Rafael Mantesso uses silly illustrations and props to create funny photos with his Bull Terrier, Jimmy. [via]
Previously: Artist Telmo Pieper Repaints His Own Childhood Drawings
Some people have these cute stories they claim to remember from when they were little, where they were on the playground or in class huddled under a desk and get kissed by a fellow student and for some reason these stories always come from the lips of a currently beautiful person.
And I wonder if thats when it starts. If people can almost sense the importance of a person and their future ability to be attractive and/or outgoing. This is not a complaint, i rather cherish my complete detachment from this kind of early development (the benefits of growing up ugly is a totally different story but equally as important as growing up with self esteem).
But I can’t help but feel a 5 second lapse of pain when i think about the children who go unnoticed for years. While kisses from classmates do not define the future of an individual, it does seem to have the ability to separate the wanted from the undesirable.
But I think even a faked affection is better than none, especially at an age where one can not tell the difference between authenticity and politeness. I had my first kiss when I was about 15. Ever since that day, even in the weirdest self-conscious pits of my mind, I can pull out the memories and remember, yes, I was wanted, am wanted, and not only that, but I feel good, I want me and I don’t know if it came from her lips or my brain but it was exactly the jumpstart any ignored piece of trash could have asked for. So kiss everyone. At least once. It has an effect, whether its on the cheek, the temple, the corner of the mouth, or even the palm of their hand. The sensation twists and becomes less about feeling, and more of a relaxant to a barely there ego.