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Posted On: June 27th 2026, 09:09 pm

Lace, gold & a touch of glam 🤍✨

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@kaicenat first drive in the TC

She put “ceasefire” in her bio. She lost friends of 30 years. She didn’t take it back. 🕊️

Marcia Cross spent two decades as one of TV’s most recognizable faces — Melrose Place, Desperate Housewives. Since October 2023, she’s used her platforms for one thing: demanding a ceasefire in Gaza and condemning the bombing of hospitals. Her Instagram bio now simply reads “Mama, actress, activist, ceasefire.”

The backlash was brutal. Friends she’d known for decades stopped speaking to her. She was accused of hate. A pro-Israel watchdog group named her its “Antisemite of the Week.”

In October 2025, she addressed the Gaza Tribunal in Istanbul: “I couldn’t function. I couldn’t live with myself. Who am I, if I stay silent?” People saw her as someone who hated Jews, she said — when all she was doing was “begging for the killing to stop.”

She’s not alone. Mark Ruffalo fought to protect pro-Palestinian artists from blacklisting. The Weeknd sent millions of meals to Gaza. One by one, artists are refusing to look away.

Silence is not neutral. It is a choice.

🔎 Sources:
1️⃣ Middle East Eye — Marcia Cross condemns silence on Israel’s war on Gaza
2️⃣ Roya News / TRT World — Cross addresses the Gaza Tribunal, Istanbul (Oct 2025)
3️⃣ AOL / StopAntisemitism — Cross branded “Antisemite of the Week” (Sept 2025)

👇 When speaking up for a ceasefire costs you your friendships and your reputation — what would you do?

The girls got Bieber Fever, I don’t blame her 🗣️
S/o @lilbieber ✨

LEARNING HOW TO DRIVE EPISODE 3 : ft. @silky.durag 😛

first off I had to cut out so much to fit it in the 3 minute mark for reels 😭everyone telling me I shoulda made this a YouTube series was absolutely right and I should have been filming both vertical and horizontal LMAO . might start doing that fr. anyways silky has been the most intense driving instructor so far 😭😭😭 bro made me drive on a main road with no warning, ts was all the way messed up but so worth it. i feel so much better driving and so blessed i could learn with him. shoutout to @createownruneverything for coming out at the end and showing love and i will be requesting again to drive everyone’s car LMAOO. 🙏🏽🫵🏽

Here’s what I prepared for a private black dinner. 🖤

A three-course menu inspired by the colour black, from start to finish.

#foodreels #private #black #dinner #chef

Social media made contemporary art irrelevant by offering immediacy, influence, and spectacle at a scale no gallery can match. Art’s one saving grace is its depth of history, centuries of artists in conversation, audible only to someone willing to stand still and listen. The contract of contemplation between creator and audience is still what separates art, books, and film from algorithmic doomscrolling. By giving up the power to choose what comes next, we’re forced to confront what we’d otherwise swipe past.

The slowest, most antiquated forms of art, like painting and sculpture, now seem novel by comparison, having so obviously forfeited the race for quick attention that they can ask for the slow kind instead. The simplicity of a single painting or sculpture forces a question: why this one thing, in a world of infinite, immediate images? Answering it is a herculean task few painters and sculptors even attempt, most preferring to retreat into mesearch about their own identities. The field is wide open for anyone ambitious enough to look away from the mirror.

The art that loses fastest tries to compete on social media’s own terms through loudness, lewdness, and provocation. Performance art like this has existed since Gutai, the Happenings, and the Viennese Actionists, the lineage the Randomsauce Performers in this carousel safely reference from their academic perch. But once a video of them screaming half-naked in viscous fluid hits social media, the art history drains out of it, and it’s left competing with OnlyFans ads, mukbangs, and street pranks.

The comparison exposes how much this kind of art has always traded on gimmickry. The Actionists could at least claim their work was legally dangerous in 1960s Vienna, a bravery no insulated MFA student can claim. The museum audience is bored rather than shocked as the performances drone on, and online the commenters fixate on the crowd instead: how could anyone sit through something so insufferable? The digital viewer pities the people stuck in the room, then does the one thing they can’t and swipes away. There was no conversation to listen to, just one more person screaming for attention.