A very beautiful image of these smiley blackfoot. It seemed everything was alright…
Photograph by Mary T. S. Schaffer in 1907.
I just love how humanizing this is, it’s the first time I’ve seen us not depicted as the stoic archetype of this period
Pictured here are Sampson, Frances Louise, and Leah Beaver who actually were very close friends with the photographer and were regular subjects of her work. It’s amazing what happens when you view us as people rather than museum objects - you capture us as people, as friends, as lovers, as parents rather than the stoic image of genocide and colonialism in-progress.
If you’re interested in learning more about female photographers and how they aided in representing native peoples through positive representation and ethical photography, I would suggest reading “Trading Gazes.” Mary T.S. Schaffer and other influential female photographers, and friends, of native peoples are given some much-needed recognition in this book while also discussing the white woman’s place in our genocide and colonization.
I love the messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes, his unbuttoned shirt. I like the imperfections in this picture yet they’re genuinely smiling and happy.
When you try to come up for air and she pushes you back in it.
When she have to say “don’t stop,mhm,mmm, ahh, mmm, ah ah, uhm uhm” and “right there, don’t stop, don’t” ( always stay there when she says right there.)
She gotta sound like Young Thug on that part of Life style where we don’t understand what he saying but we hum along to.
She gotta look like she’s having spasms.
When She gotta forget that the world exist.
Spell “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” with your tongue on her clit and she be on another level.
