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"jump" Virginia Mori 2015
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"Unconventional Reading" Virginia Mori 2017
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Unconventional Reading .2 Virginia Mori 2017
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Unconventional reading.4 | Virginia Mori 2017
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Unconventional reading.6 (Sold) Virginia Mori 2017
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Unconventional reading.8 Virginia Mori 2017
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Unconventional reading.10 Virginia Mori (available, info@virginiamori.com)
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unconventional reading#16 Virginia Mori 2018
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What's some unconventional things that you find attractive? Things that don't fit the typical beauty standards: hourglass figure for women and muscular/tall build for men. Clear skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, small waist, etc. Or things that don't fit the standard for that particular sex, for example, finding a woman with broad shoulders attractive or a man in makeup.
I think it would be good for people with those traits, things they may have been shamed for, to have a reminder that people out there think they're sexy.
I'll go first. For context, I'm a straight female.
There's nothing more attractive to me than a straight man with features, style, etc that are more typically associated with women. Corsets, slender arms, curvy figures, skirts, makeup, piercings, long hair, slender hands, soft shaved skin, painted nails, short frame, fishnets, timid personality, gentleness, softness... there's nothing like it. Femboys are some of the sexiest mother truckers God put on this green Earth.
One of the most attractive things about it is the confidence in and knowledge of oneself. The ability to go out in public wearing what you feel best in, fully knowing people are gonna think all kinds of wild and untrue things about you... and not changing. Refusing to adjust for society. Not selling out. Remaining true to yourself and making a stand for your individuality. Now THAT is hot.
What's some unconventional things that you find attractive? Things that don't fit the typical beauty standards: hourglass figure for women and muscular/tall build for men. Clear skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, small waist, etc. Or things that don't fit the standard for that particular sex, for example, finding a woman with broad shoulders attractive or a man in makeup.
I think it would be good for people with those traits, things they may have been shamed for, to have a reminder that people out there think they're sexy.
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Conventional
Conventional. One word, and so many restraints. One word, that like it’s meaning, changes with every person, every story, every scene. And therein lies the paradox of its meaning, unchanging, static, traditional. Something that confirms to the norms. Whose norms you ask? Yours. Mine. The stranger’s, who asked you the directions to the station. So you see, an ever-changing, dynamic thought, that…
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She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice. And she knew that. She wore dark red lipstick the colour of blood, and not just any blood, but period blood. She wore smokey eyes and didn’t bother hiding the dark circles from insomniac nights and had a perfectly winged eyeliner that she had read in sixth grade made you look like a cat and she loved cats though she was, as she begrudgingly admitted to her animal lover friends, afraid to touch them. Her nose was radically different from what the rest of her family had and someone said it made her look like a Greek sculpture. She refuses to wear high heels unless it is a wedding and she loves standing taller than the people who used to look down on her. She practically lives in her well-worn sneakers that she bought with the money from her first salary because the heels prescribed by the boss at work were ergonomically stupid and anyway, she would like to have her spine and muscles intact in old age. She had a small little birthmark right beneath the outer of her left eye, on her high cheekbones that her uncle had told her resembled her country. She has two very slightly crooked front teeth, hardly visible unless you are asked to look at them because though she intended to, she never could bring herself to take the initiative and wear braces because it hurts and she hated things that brought her pain. She always carries a picture of her parents in her purse and a bottle of perfume. She goes to the movies without buying popcorn because she hadn’t been to the theatre for five years once and the first time after, she forgot to buy them and anyway, it’s difficult to hear with the constant chewing. She writes little letters and half-finished stories, pores over ancient texts and is a treasure trove of little facts. She knows all the Greek stories, despises Zeus and the gods and adores mythology, be it Celtic, Indian, Chinese, Norse or Japanese but loves folklores the best. She knows suspiciously too much about Unit 731, Operation Nightingale, the Nazca lines, poison, the history of chocolate, the world wars and Europe after the French Revolution for a medical student but who cares, she’s fascinating. She appears cold but those who have known her for years would tell you that she’s an empath and her fault is caring too much. She speaks bits and pieces of several languages, all influenced by the books and series she’d seen and loved. You could ask her what ‘What’s for dinner?’ was in Thai but she wouldn’t be able to tell you the classes of tones in it. She is a fashionista and abides by the teachings of her father who taught her what fashion really is and made her see how even a small wardrobe is enough to last you years because he never seemed to buy himself something unless his existing clothes were too worn and that was rare because he took extremely good care of his belongings, good enough to still be able to use the same sunglasses he wore during his college days. She is a wonderful cook but rarely cooks her native dishes because she’s a picky eater who thrives on pasta and Chinese and the fish curries her mother makes are still the best things that graced her mouth. She is a mosaic of information and experience. She is everything and nothing, all at once. She is human, and perfection is her flaw. She is art.