“Love, like smell, once gone isn’t something you can remember. I can’t remember the others’ scents. But they hid them anyway in cologne and cigarettes, and likewise I hid myself in flowersmell. So maybe smell is like love and can’t be remembered, but it seems to me now that nothing like these dirty sheets ever smelled so good.”—
“The social fear of ungainly sweatiness suggests a sort of communal shame. We are embarrassed by our bodies’ defiance of our conscious will. I apologize for my own sweatiness—“ugh, sorry, I’m so gross, it’s so hot in here”—and I am repelled by the stink and sweat of others. I’m not the only one. In 2009, the Honolulu City Council considered a bill banning unpleasant odors on public transport, including body odor.”—
“Blogs are free,” explains Gabby Bess, founder of Illuminati Girl Gang. “Websites are like, $10. Illuminati Girl Gang started out as a Tumblr blog, and if no one had followed it or cared about it, it would have been no loss to me. The internet just provides more in-roads for people that don’t have access to larger publications and outlets.”
For Bess, blogging is a way of subverting commercial publications and galleries, the traditional gatekeepers of culture, which tend to be dominated by white men. “Personally, I cannot control who owns the major publications and galleries,” she says. “I can only start my own magazine and my own gallery.”
This is a thing now, and we can’t believe it. Inside the first issue of The Igloo, you’ll find some of our favorite posts (including an article about Grace Helbig and aninterview with Hotmessmoves), as well as some new things like an essay comparing Orwell and Kanye (yes, seriously), and a flowchart that will help you decide which member of the Igloo Crew you are. So get reading because we are incredibly proud of this.
A massive thank you to Maya Singer, the genius behind the design who is still working tirelessly on the issue so we can print it.