With this series we like to call “Men in the Morning”, we ask men and masculine identifying people to give us an insight into a practice that is rarely displayed in media: their morning routines. In this installment, we get ready with Micah.
Chimera: a thing that is hoped or wished for but in fact is illusionary or impossible to achieve.
Hurt. It’s an emotion that rarely shows up online. When it does, it’s often in the form of a passive aggressive Facebook status, never really explored until it’s been processed and packaged for consumption.
“I recently photographed a project that has grown over the course of the past five years for me. I wanted to find a way to express some of the pain and emotion I’ve gone through — that many of have gone through — but don’t generally show online. I wanted it to be rough, ugly, and truly raw, but also to expand on the “beauty in the breakdown” cliche. This shoot finally came to fruition after I went through a recent hardship and needed a way to channel that pain in a healthy way.” — Kate Jacobson
“I started by collecting images for inspiration that resonated with the emotion I wanted to portray. I sat on this project for such a long time because I wanted to make sure I had the right person to model for the photos, but I also really wanted to find a makeup artist who could make realistic wounds.”
” ‘Chimera’ resonates because it’s impossible to always be 100% well, and social media —more often than not— can give the illusion of someone’s life being so much more than it actually is.”
Photos: Kate Jacobson (@kate_rosee)
Model: Lina Skrzypczak (@damnlina)
MUA / SFX: Marlene Jimenez (@hello__marz)
With this series we like to call “Men in the Morning”, we ask men and masculine identifying people to give us an insight into a practice that is rarely displayed in media: their morning routines. In this installment, we get ready with Jack.
What you do for work: I’m the Political Director at Planned Parenthood, currently working on the midterm elections.
What you do for play: Several friends and I founded a cooperative house in a 115-year old Denver Square. I’ve been spending a ton of time renovating it.
Your brand of toothpaste: Crest
As the crow flies, my dear friend Ayo is 586 miles away from my home city. My other friend, Maggie, is more than triple that at 1,633 miles away. But thanks to our group text, named ‘Better Than You’ after an inside joke, we can cross that distance in milliseconds. It’s no modern marvel — we all are well acquainted with technology’s ability to connect us across the country. I like comparing it to something more fantastic though; like Madeleine L’Engle’s “Wrinkle in Time”, it’s as if we have pulled the ribbon of time and space together, and sent a telepathic thought across the void to the minds of two friends at once. But I digress.
Texting across the nation is commonplace, but seeing one another’s faces in person is a rarity. This is why, in April, the three of us decided to take a road trip together through New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment.
It feels unfair to keep the secret splendor of New Mexico to myself, so I will tell you now, it’s one of the most unique, strange, mysterious, and beautiful states I have ever visited. It’s bloody ‘US’ history goes further back even than New England, thanks to the Spanish Conquistadors that invaded the area (we all know history precedes colonization, but bear with me). In more recent years, history took a turn for the weird, with alien crash sites, towns named after game shows, and in most recent years, the addition of the famed art experience, “MeowWolf.”
The Land of Enchantment was the backdrop for our escapades in friendship. Text messages are great, but how about when your friends willingly follow you into a lukewarm hot spring off the Rio Grande with a muddy bottom and weird pond scum creatures skittering about? DMs on Instagram are fine, but how about walking through MeowWolf’s psychedelic maze backwards in the middle of the night, playing music for each other on the neon pink ribs of a fake dinosaur skeleton? Facebook Messenger is alright, but how about sledding down the dunes at White Sands, your dear friend’s figure serving as the sole mark on the expanse of pale ancient grains. Email is cool, but how about speculating on the shape of the clouds together, zooming down the interstate, while one person recaps the entire plot of a Gossip Girl?