Girls, Together Book

it doesn’t matter how old you are. When you pick up a diary you’re a girl again 💗

Going to be showing pages from GT at “What Do Women Want” a show by @marythemaxxinista at @fugue_gallery ✨ Working with Mary on this has been such a pleasure! The physicality of this book and how people interact with it has always been such a corner stone and I’m so excited that this is our first IRL activation. More to come soon! “What do women want? To be mermaids. To switch brains with their friends. To tell a really good lie. To be 75 years old with feet propped up on an elevated pillow. To be left alone (unless wanting to be bothered a little bit). WDWW? leans into the fantastic and dramatic possibilities of body-surrealism, searching for the hidden truths among our fears, anxieties, and desires. Through whimsical questioning, precocious journaling, and volitional imagination, gender as a construct can be seen as just that - a construct to play with, break down, validate, be upset at, set fire to, glitterize, and/or make fresh again.” WDWW? opens Wednesday, September 24th 6-8pm at Fugue Gallery. Design by @kianafer Curated by Mary Escalante. On view September 24 through October 12.

New diary idea: highlight every mention of love so that in uncertain times you can go back throughout your diary and see that love is everywhere 💗 @damiahckahng

As a girl I clung to my diaries. HARD. At first they were cringey attempts to be interesting. Then, day to day recounts of my life in middle school crushing on boys and starting drama in my class (with the occasional existential crisis). In high school, my gaze turned inward and outward. I wrote about the world, my family, how I felt. Throughout all those stages - my diary was a place for me to land. It was a mirror that I could see myself in. A space where I wasn’t judged by anyone but myself (lol). I owe so much of my creativity, imagination, empathy, resilience to my journal. Which is really to say - to myself. When we say “Dear Diary,” who were we writing to? The page? A confidant? A version of ourselves we felt safe with? Whatever it is, I’m so in awe of the way that across time and space young women have turned to a journal to process their lives and “become” themselves. The medium of diary writing feels monumental to me. Creatively, historically, culturally. When I think of the ways journals and diaries have impacted young women’s lives I feel so inspired by us. Everyone who journals is an artist. While diary writing sometimes feels like a solitary what Girls, Together has proved to me is that it’s one we have shared. We have all turned to the page because we felt judged or confused or excited or in love or alone. But we were alone, together. WE WERE GIRLS TOGETHER! And we still are :)

a love that feels like the first summer lightening bugs, miraculous and earthly all at once ✨

There are diary entries everywhere for those with eyes to see 🏰

a little bit of Girls, Together lore! Who had this book??

“Often I wish my mother could get just one look at you. She would love you to death as we all do.” Via @nataliecarlomagno

Making the book 😳 📸 @e.e.p___

the double decker braces 😬