baby kairo aged up! :')

Happy birthday, Leila Khaled! (April 9, 1944)

A celebrated fighter in the cause of Palestinian liberation, Leila Khaled was born in Haifa and became a refugee at four years old, as her family was expelled from their home and forced to flee to Lebanon as a result of the Nakba. At 15, Khaled became involved in the liberation struggle, joining the Arab Nationalist Movement, which would later become the Marxist-Leninist Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. Khaled became well-known after a series of plane hijackings in 1969 and 1970. She was captured, but released in exchange for prisoners held by the PFLP. She has since retired as an active militant but continues to advocate for the liberation of her people.

i'm not particularly interested in crowing about usamericans being worried about their livelihoods right now but i do hope that every yanqui currently freaking out realizes that what they are experiencing now as freak abberation is like a fraction of the economic instability experienced regularly by people in e.g. latin america

like you are currently microdosing what argentinians have been going through for the last two years while you were yelling at them for suggesting that living in the usa was a privileged position. unfortunately i am not naive or christian enough to believe that suffering is edifying so i doubt this will result in increased understanding from usamericans when a global southerner is a little rude about hamburger on the computer but wouldnt it be nice

San Myshuno Mornings ☀️

Severance pt. 2

they hate me for my ardent refusal to accept cruelty as the status quo

CLÉO SAINT-MARTIN: THE SPACE BETWEEN WORDS

There’s a particular way Cléo Saint-Martin speaks. Not fast, not slow. Every sentence is a thread, weaving itself into the next with the inevitability of someone who has thought these thoughts before but has never quite arranged them in this exact way.

Saint-Martin is, in many ways, an intellectual of another era—detached yet intimate, cool but deeply invested. Her essays dissect digital identity, media saturation, and the quiet death of privacy in the age of hyper-connectivity. She is not nostalgic, nor is she apocalyptic. Instead, she studies the present with a scalpel, carving out meaning from the noise. "We think we are archiving our lives," she says, lighting a cigarette that she never actually smokes, "but really, we are just accelerating their disappearance."

INTERVIEW AFTER THE CUT

LORENZO VECCHI: A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

Lorenzo Vecchi doesn’t do neat. His hair always falls slightly out of place, his clothes have that lived-in quality that only comes with knowing exactly how much to care while pretending not to. He’s the kind of person who lets a conversation breathe, who lets silence settle without the need to fill it. The industry keeps trying to pin him down—“the next big thing,” “the last real leading man,” “a method actor without the bullshit”—but he remains slippery, uninterested in the labels.

“I disappear between projects,” he says, adjusting the rings on his fingers. “I think it makes people nervous. They want actors to be present, to be accessible. But I don’t want to be someone you can access.”

He’s selective. Not in the Del Sol Valley way, where actors talk about “passion projects” while still cashing franchise checks, but in the way of someone who genuinely means it. If he’s in a film, it’s because something in the script stuck under his skin. If he’s at an event, it’s because he had nothing better to do. And if he’s sitting here now, it’s because, for whatever reason, he decided to show up.

INTERVIEW + PICTURES

yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to

NSFW full here 😘

Before You Walk Out of My Life - Monica

Gong Yoo