Darkened Sweet Hearts

shoes It's come to that time of year where I start to complain about the heat we're currently experiencing in Australia (specifically my little corner of the east coast ) The sun is in full swing at the moment, and joining it is it's close friend humidity! I actually don't mind "disgustingly" hot days, as long as it's a dry heat. When it's a humid heat you can't cool down properly.

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This is one of my go to "It's too hot for clothes" outfits. The material of the shirt is a super thin linen, which allows my skin to breathe. I tend to wear a lot of net stockings like these in summer as well. Again, the net allows my skin to breathe.

 

 

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As cute as this outft is, I can't wait until the heat no longer dictates my clothing choices. I prefer a more covered up look, but that's just too hard when it's too hot for clothes.

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I experienced some subtle sexism the other day, and after reading this article earlier this evening (TLDR: A male science teacher told his class that girls aren't as good at physics as boys) it's been weighing on my mind.

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I was at a party, and this guy was there. This was the first time I'd met him, and he seemed pretty solid. I've been getting pretty into photography this year and he's a semi professional photographer, so we ended up talking about photography. Sort of.

 

 

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I talked about photography, but he taught me about photography, explaining very rudimentary concepts which I'd practiced (and mastered) on my previous camera (which was a teeny tiny point and shoot) Despite displaying my enthusiasm and knowledge about photography right off the bat it was assumed that my knowledge and understanding was minimal.

We ended up talking about our processes and showing each other some bits of our portfolio (which for me is this blog). He was quite shocked when I told him I took them myself with a tripod and timer, as he'd assumed that Ro took my blog photos.

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There was this air of intellectual and artistic dominance that surrounded our entire exchange. Assumptions were made on his end that I was not an artistic equal which, after the assumption that my partner takes my blog photo's, I'm entirely sure were rooted in sexist tendencies. I am entirely sure that he wasn't consciously being sexist, but that's what bothers me most - this ingrained sexism (which I've had the pleasure of observing throughout my professional life).

I know it's just a little thing, but it's the little things that add up over time and snowball into bigger things.