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Wearing @gabriellemelendez for their thesis at FIT. Gabriel is an up-and-coming queer designer from Barranquitas, Puerto Rico. Now based in Brooklyn, NYC, they work towards reimagining the future of fashion.
shoots for @fitnyc (1/3)
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Although mostly drawing inspiration from vintage Puerto Rican culture and aesthetics, for this look @gabriellemelendez is inspired by an insect’s stage of metamorphosis, the chrysalis.
When an insect builds the chrysalis it does so to separate and protect itself from the outer world, as it grows from larva to its fully developed adult form (imago). Once it’s ready, the insect breaks free from the chrysalis making its way as a new, redesigned animal.
shoots for @fitnyc (2/3)
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When I moved to New York City, it was in hopes of finally breaking free from my chrysalis. Spending almost two years on the low, I was able to explore and learn things of myself I never even had the chance to see or reach.
Cocooning, I provided myself with the physical and energetic space I needed to work on my core. There, I was able to get to the deepest parts of self, a place I had never visited before, and identify the wounds I needed to heal. In that process, I discovered I was actually opening up space for growth. And so I grew.
Breaking free from my chrysalis has not been easy. I have had to fight my depressions and anxieties, reattach to feelings of self-worth, build up my self-esteem and confidence, reclaim my voice and space, and learn how to move in society using my new body-mind-spirit form. Most importantly, it has been the biggest lesson of self-love I could have ever taught to myself. And for that I am only grateful, eternally.
Now, I am myself: full of bright colors and ready to fly. And live, live, live.
shoots for @fitnyc (3/3)
derrame (English: “spillage”) names both the accidental escape from a container or system, and that which is “lost” in the process. Otherwise: expansion, lightness, flow. Anchored in the philosophies of wabi-sabi and gospel, this piece invites to question the ephemerality of abundance and fulfillment, the demands of commitment and sacrifice and to re-consider spilling (or else, failure) as a means of reconciliation and repair.
[ Wrapping up my almost-last year of undergrad: derrame was devised as my final performance for Performing Difficult Questions guided by @dnbashirstudio ]
[ I wish there was a video recording of it, but there’s not. And I find beauty in that too. Esta es la huella. ]
Bard’s Winter Ball 2025: INDUSTRY EDITION by @bardqpoc
these children™️ called me “a ballroom olympian” implying I’ve walked in the “real world”. In return, I offered them a lesson on grace, softness, nerve and cunt.
i —now more than ever— believe that children are our future. just teach them well!
truly an honor to serve as judge this season, thank you for trusting in my knowledge and expertise.
forever your q’tie,
Bonita 00-00
🕊️🕯️
nyvia esther hernández collazo —
abuela, estrella ancestra,
desde las cielas mírame
y guíame hacia el más-allá,
y el más-aquí.
solo tú y yo,
el mar y dios
sabrán deste
nuestro
yo-tú.
entre maicenas,
risas y sollozos,
cangrejadas
olores y pociones
recordaré soñar
lo que fuiste, somos
y habrá entre
nosotras.
prometo continuar tan único legado de amor.
(espero que las tortitas deste calabaza no me sepan a cemento y que si sí, te rías conmigo.)
cowboy carter : a reclamation
yes i sat down when i heard
“oooh say can you see”
and yes i stood back up when i heard
“freedom freedom cut me loose!”
yes i wore my anti-c0lonial baddies tee
and yes i wore a zham ‘um-lah around my head, to hold for the intellectual abundance and awareness that allows me to see that despite it all, we still struggle for liberation.
and so i made noise, and i danced and i threw fists up, and i screamed and made my feet hurt for all of us: for me and my sisters, for our lands and all our peoples who have been stolen from us in the name of Am3rican “freedom” and “democracy”.
from the river to the sea,
boriké y falasteen son
de un pájaro las dos alas
y mañana volarán libres
soberanas.