1. Moving 8 blocks away, on a sunny day, I find this on the sidewalk to help me! Who needs a moving truck?! #ghettofabulous


  2. I was reminded of that time I missed being a monkey child and the only girl that could climb the rope in gym class, so I scrambled up a lamp post in #asburypark. My hands didn’t really work the next day, but it was worth it. Being chronically ill sometimes means you can function today, and pay heavily for it tomorrow. Thanks to @planetstef for taking the photo! I look so alive! (I can’t believe this was seven years ago!)


  3. Self.
    at home in New York City
    December 25th, 2013
    © Rachael Noel Fox

    (Source: rachaelnoelfox.com)


  4. Psychic TV / PTV3
    Brooklyn Night Bazaar, New York City
    December 27th & 28th, 2013
    © Rachael Noel Fox

    (Source: rachaelnoelfox.com)


  5. Malvador 
    New York City
    January 18th, 2014
    © Rachael Noel Fox

    (Source: rachaelnoelfox.com)


  6. Therese & Amedeo’s six hour on-air party.
    WFMU, Jersey City
    December 30th, 2013
    © Rachael Noel Fox

    I really meant to take more photographs. 

    (Source: rachaelnoelfox.com)


  7. WOW (Work In Progress); an opera
    BRIC Arts Media House, Brooklyn
    January 23rd, 2014
    © Rachael Noel Fox

    This theatrical production was an immersive (all the rage these days) opera describing the rise and fall of the pop group Milli Vanilli. A quartet of musicians and a trio of vocalists provided the soundtrack by reading randomly chosen phrases during each musical section. In the photograph above, you can see that the vocalists were given words only generated from the letters in “Milli Vanilli,” removing one letter at a time, slowly leaving the vocalists singing only “I.” The two fellows playing the parts of the leads did not speak or sing, they only lipsynched what was playing. One of the women picutred above was not a vocalist, but the narrator and guide, who led us from room to room as we watched the tale unfold. 

    I had asked previously if I could bring my camera and was approved, but shortly after the event began, I was told my camera was too distracting. Meanwhile, a woman with some kind of press pass who had a HUGE camera flitted about clicking like mad, standing next to me most of the evening. It was torture. I got what few shots I could.

    (Source: rachaelnoelfox.com)


  8. POLL:

    What makes domestic violence something dismissable when both parties are women, while rallied against when the female’s abuser is a man?


  9. POLL:

    What makes spousal violence worse than a barfight?


  10. My high school alma mater marching band performed in the Super Bowl halftime show, evidently. I am thus inspired to give you this PHOTO FLASHBACK of horrific scoliotic pain (which I consistently played down so I could hang out with all my friends in Marching Band) and dorkitude.

    at a football game, playing the bass drum.
    Sparta, NJ
    Autumn 1994
    © Colleen Gallo


  11. I Once Was a Social Creature.

    I am tired of being penalized for being a sexualized female. Is this a result of the societal notion that men can’t be held accountable for their sexual urges? Perhaps.

    You’ve no idea how many times I’ve been invited over to a male friend’s house, only to have him be obviously watching the clock, ready to shoo me away before the wife/girlfriend comes home. You’ve no idea how many male friends just aren’t allowed to hang out with me. You’ve no idea how much more willing to interact with me people are now that I’ve got a boyfriend. You’ve no idea how many dirty looks I get from women because I tend to interact with men like buddies, and generally get along with them more than the women. (I’ve never set out to, I’m rather gender-inbetween, I’ve always been a tomboy that sometimes looked girly.)

    "Oh, poor you," you say with sarcasm. "It must be so hard to be found attractive."

    It is hard. I have hardly any real life friends. If I look back, I can think of three, perhaps five friends I’ve had since highschool that didn’t have sexual interest and/or tried to sleep with me. Perhaps that would be fine, in itself. However, the interest of others makes me a social pariah. I have little to do with how I am perceived, but I end up bearing the brunt of the unfortunate end result: loneliness.


  12. It’s All in the Details. (HELP!)

    I’m terribly scattered. I have serious trouble navigating my day. So, I ask you, freelancers, artists, sickees, and other stay-at-home types, how do you navigate your average work day? I mean this as specifically as possible.  Do you make breakfast before or after the shower? When do you eat? How much do you internet browse? What do you do to keep yourself on track? It’s so difficult to remember to shower and eat and work without grinding myself into a ball of knot and remember to give myself some relax time.

    I intend to make for myself a daily checklist, and I’d like it to be as efficient as possible. 

    So, what makes your day?


  13. fedalove:

    There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
    He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
    He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
    And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

    Copyright 2014 Joanne Leah

    My humpback, as photographed by Joanne Leah.

    (Source: joanneleah)


  14. I am splayed on the couch doped up from medical stuff this morning, yes.. But seriously, look at this bit of fake ivy stapled to the ceiling and tell me it doesn’t look like an old fashioned fellow hiking up the alps, boots on his feet, cap on his head; oblivious to the grim shadows of the slowly advancing snow monsters sliding up the snowy bank beside him?!


  15. In honor of Tom Baker’s 80th birthday, I give you Baker in the Clouds!

    Celestial Tom
    Bed Stuy, Brooklyn
    May 23rd 2005
    © Rachael Noel Fox

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