This L.A. Artist's Ceramic Pieces Are A Reminder That "Boys Ain't Shit"

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Emily Hillburg ain't no wifey

"I'm kind of the last stop before destruction," says Emily Hillburg, whose pieces wreak havoc on the idea that caring for china is women's work. Sourcing subjects from vintage and thrift stores, the 39-year-old L.A. artist uses blood-red paint to upcycle porcelain figurines and ceramics, turning the featured damsels of our past into modern femmes who say things like, "Boys ain't shit," "Don't fuck with me," and, simply, "No."

Hillburg grew up in Long Beach, California, during the G-funk era, feeding her spirit with riot grrl music and consciousness-raising zines. She first started drawing at age four when the need to illustrate her love for Bingo, her first puppy, became essential. "I leaned into my creative feelings at that point," the artist recalls. "Later on, CalArts really helped me hone that."

In addition to citing the six-year-old L.A. Zine Fest as a continual source of inspiration and support, Hillburg is quick to reference two "badass art lady friends": Chynna Jenkins, a textile designer and Hillburg's "art wife," and graffiti artist Mel One. Including Hillburg, these three formed a zine-producing art collective called BBHM$ (BITCH BETTA HAVE MY $) in 2015. Their mission is to "be a haven for all forms of bad bitchery," and they are currently working to get artists involved in promoting their work at local zine fests and art events.

"I'm also really inspired by Louise Bourgeois' work ethic," the painter says, referring to the late, prolific sculptor and installation artist. "She made art every day of her life. Now that I'm older, I totally feel that. It's like an addiction for me. I mean, what the fuck else you gonna do?"

Though many retailers-turned-friends discovered Hillburg through Instagram (@boytearsllc) and have helped her career take off, her industry experiences haven't always been positive. "There is something I want to talk about because it happens far too often to artists, and they need to be warned that awful people like this exist." She goes on to explain that a Highland Park gallery owner once swindled her and several of her friends.

"The owner suddenly closed the gallery, gaslit artists about payments owed, and stole art from many Los Angeles artists," Hillburg continues. Afterward, the "gallery owner" went on vacation and left everyone in the lurch. "For starving artists, [the amount of money] was a lot. The loss of artwork was really painful." Inspired by these shitty circumstances, Hillburg began creating pieces that declare, "I see you fake bitches."

Though she will always draw and paint, upcycling has introduced (and re-introduced) itself as a significant part of Hillburg's artistic addiction. She recalls her first project of this nature: cutting up sexist teen magazines and, along with bits of a broken mirror, decoupaging them onto a Long Beach Unified School District classroom chair. "A little ham-fisted, but not bad for a 15-year-old," she says. Hillburg later returned to upcycling when she couldn't fight the impulse to paint on her home decor—most of which she snagged from nearby swap meets. Following these instincts, Emily researched paint that would remain permanent when fired and "went from there."

She has since amassed a collection of pottery that, some might say, has seen better days. Hillburg counters that assumption, saying that the best is yet to come: "I love finding porcelain ladies with an arm or something missing who are destined for the dustbin. I can glue a tiny knife in its place, and I'm like, 'Now you a bad bitch. You got this. You're ready to battle the patriarchy.'" This is liberating not only for Hillburg and her characters but for the femmes out there who also want to be unbreakable.

In addition to physically transforming her porcelain ladies, Hillburg also gives them a personality adjustment that disrupts the glorification of outdated gender roles. Rather than asserting that women should be delicate and feminine and subservient and quiet, Hillburg paints her pieces to send the message that women can be anything they want to be—loud, sensual, in-your-face. "I'm actually fascinated by the history of the objects themselves as performances of femininity," she says. "Seeing all these old china sets with 45 different pieces that all had to be set properly and hand-washed [by women]. It was such a pointless ritual of oppression... Subverting that is really therapeutic."

A corseted woman holding a pitcher on her shoulder (who seems as vanilla as the color of her skin) gains an eyepatch as she touts the Vince Staples lyric, "Bitch, you thirsty, please grab a Sprite." Then there's a Cinderella type who resides on a plate when, at the stroke of midnight, her gentleman companion's face disappears behind three red lines. She gains a pair of sunglasses and a matching teacup that simply reads, "Boy tears." These damsels no longer host expectations—they are now ready for battle.

Hillburg asserts that her work represents exactly what women have to do in a world where they are hated and oppressed (this world). "Women maneuver through this world, and we just keep fighting," she says. "I want to paint [my subjects] in a way where it looks like they've been through some shit and have come out the other side stronger. This is the moment they realize that."

If she ever lacks inspiration—though there seems to be plenty in this political atmosphere—Hillburg can seek stimuli in a secondhand store. After finding the china figure who speaks to her, she can use her work to amplify their voice. "A couple days after the election, I found a plate with a girl training kittens, and I was like, 'Yes! Pussy gonna rise up!'" says Hillburg. "It was life- and art-affirming, like the goddesses got my back or something."

Contrary to the upcycling Zeitgeist both environmentalists and Pinterest users are experiencing, in one of her Instagram posts, the artist mentioned that she sometimes faces guilt when using an antique, hand-painted piece as her canvas. However…"Sometimes I do things to collector plates I'm sure the original artist would not be into—like painting 'bitch' on Ronald Reagan's forehead. But fuck that guy for thinking that monster deserved a collector plate in the first place!" And again, Hillburg is often the last stop before destruction for unloved and off-base ceramics.

When discussing her current home, Los Angeles proper, Hillburg speaks of two different places: "I genuinely love Los Angeles. Not the thirsty, Instagram-y, 'industry' side, but the real L.A." It is the latter that pulses with inspiration for the artist, who is motivated by the diversity she sees in her neighbors and in those she rides the bus with. The same goes for her fellow swap meet hunters. "There's this wonderful, laid-back, warm vibe that people here have in spades," Hillburg continues. "On the flip side, I feel like I'm watching a lot of this city's character erode as it becomes unaffordable for anyone but the 1 percent."

As for Hillburg's audience, the painter aims to ignite a fire that's akin to the blaze she nurtures within her ceramic women. "I want my work to make you feel like YOU GOT THIS," she explains. "And also makes you laugh at this dumpster fire world."

When she's not searching for treasure in Los Angeles, maintaining her position as the No.1 dog mom in the world, or working at Stories, a beloved Echo Park bookstore-cafe, Hillburg spends her time hoarding items for future exhibits with BBHM$ collective, which she hopes will one day become a distribution source for other zines and artists. Queen for Dinner, Pygmy Hippo Shoppe, and the Los Angeles County Store are just a few of the shops that currently sell her work. On Etsy, you can find Hillburg under the name boytearsllc.

Hillburg has also begun designing knives for women: "I feel really strongly that all girls deserve to feel safe, so I wanted to make something tough, beautiful, and functional."

Her ultimate dream is that, after she's long gone, one of her pieces will end up on the PBS program Antiques Roadshow. Hillburg likes to imagine that "the appraiser has to explain to the little old lady that, before the Terminator Wars, there was this amazing place called L.A. that was chock-full of bad bitches."

Illustration by Vivie Behrens

Liberation can come from completion, but then, we are always becoming something new

They say the full moon is about completion. About looking back at the intentions you crowned the new moon with and seeing where those intentions led you. The new moon in Gemini was the pebble that began this cycle, and the full moon in Sagittarius is her echo, the ring getting larger in the water. The new moon in Gemini asked us what we wanted to change about our habits, what we wanted to do with our hands, and our hunger for newness. The new moon in Gemini was interested in the way shifting ideas can give us the freedom to think differently and, in thinking differently, become new people. The full moon in Sagittarius reminds us that we are never not becoming new.

Both Gemini and Sagittarius are mutable signs, they exist in relation to the other and they know how to speak each other's language. But, while Gemini relishes the endless capacity of air (of thought), Sagittarius uses the energy of fire to transform thought into action. Everything Sagittarius touches can't help but change. How can this be completion? The wheel is always spinning, reader. Sagittarius marks the completion of the fire trine. Here, fire is generous and social. It means to gather and teach, to illuminate. Sagittarius lives in the sector of the zodiac chart related to education, philosophy, and the awareness of others—their beliefs and their right to freedom. Because of this, our June Sagittarius full moon is both a completion moon and a moon that reminds us that all endings create space for beginning. The more you leave behind, the more you find. There is no dead end in the universe.

If you are a seeker like me (perhaps you have lots of planets in Sagittarius in your natal chart), you have already come across Jessica Dore's Twitter account. Every day, Dore posts a tarot card and her interpretation of it. It is a gift to many of her readers. Yesterday, she shared The World with us, reminding her readers: "the moments of beauty, belonging & elation that you've experienced up to this point in your life… would still only amount to the tiniest sliver of what this world has to offer in terms of sweetness & pleasure."

I thought about this card and her words all day. The World is, numerically, the last card in the Major Arcana journey—the last card if you don't think about the Fool, who is numbered at 0 and so is the beginning and the end. The World is, therefore, a completion card too, a big echo of a full moon.

This morning, holding the sweet and expansive nature of The World, thinking on Sagittarius people and their love of travel, of reckoning with the edge of an atlas and questioning the map-makers, I pulled the nine of swords from my own Tarot deck. The other side of knowledge is to overwhelm and shut down. Gemini, ruled by Mercury, holds information in her hands. She understands duality in all things. Sagittarius, ruled by Jupiter, yearns for the expansion of mind and the illumination of power. The philosopher and the moralist, a Sagittarius at her best can teach anyone to break open a prison. A Sagittarius at her worst can justify any cage. Don't forget that Jupiter was the king of the gods. His lightning bolt was a weapon. Sometimes, we are too exposed to each other. We imagine we know others through the stories we create about one another. We imagine we know the future because we refuse to be humble about how vulnerable we are to the universe's ever-shifting outcomes. We refuse abundance by convincing ourselves that the cage of identity we build for ourselves is our only possibility.

For the next two days, as the Sun lingers in Gemini and we feel the effects of the moon's fullness in Sagittarius, reflect on the ways you have used knowledge. When has your knowledge been a tool of empowerment for yourself and others? When have you shared the beauty of the world and the joy of radical ideas/ways of living? When have you used knowledge to understand and relieve your own suffering and the suffering of others? And, too, when have you used knowledge as permission for self-delusion? When you have expanded so far into your idea of the world and your own work in it that you forgot how to be accountable to your daily life, your body, your friends, and the people you love? You know when Janis Joplin sings "freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose"? That's only one kind of freedom, and it's the kind that Sagittarius thinks it knows very well. Freedom can be about nothing, if nothing is what you want. Then welcome to the monastery, friend. Freedom can also be another word for everything you revel in not knowing. Freedom can be about having everything because you are part of everything, even if you can't see the relation, even if you can't imagine yet how what you want also wants you.

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Kat is making me relive my fat-teen trauma

When people say that HBO's new Zendaya-led teen drama, Euphoria, is triggering, believe them. In the pilot alone we're introduced to Rue (Zendaya) and her drug addiction issues via a graphic depiction of the overdose that sent her to rehab. Then, there's the disturbing rough sex scene featuring Jules (Hunter Schafer), a teenage trans girl who has just moved into town, and a middle-aged man she met on Grindr. Oh, and don't forget the unchecked, toxic masculinity of uber-jock Nate (Jacob Elordi); or the body obsession of his sometimes-girlfriend, Maddy (Alexa Demie). For me though, the ultimate trigger came via Barbie Ferreira's character Kat's experience, as she dealt with and internalized a vicious form of fatphobia.

Kat—almost alone amongst her friends—seems self-assured and dismissive of the idea that any high school drama should be taken too seriously. "You just need to catch a dick and forget about your troubles," Kat tells Maddy, following the latter's recent breakup with Nate. But internally, Kate craves male attention, and resents the fact that she's the only virgin she knows; she hints at this when she tells Maddy that she'd "settle for, like, four Corona Lights and some non-rapey affection," from a guy—any guy.

Kat's bravado leads her into a compromising situation at a high school party; she winds up in a room alone with three boys, where she talks a big game about how she's a "savage" who watches porn and has slept with more people than any of them can count. None of this is true, but Kat is determined to become "a woman of questionable morals."

The scene shows the fine line between being an empowered young woman deciding what to do with her body, on her terms, and being a teenager who thinks she's in control but doesn't fully understand the power dynamics at play. Because, yes, Kat is trying to make an intentional decision about her sexuality and how to use it, but she's doing so with a group of boys who don't value or respect her. This reality is made clear when one of them says to her, "You know what they say, right? Fat girls give the best head."

At those familiar words, I melted into my couch and said a silent prayer of gratitude that I wasn't watching Euphoria in the company of anyone else. Onscreen, Kat, too, shrinks ever so slightly into herself, all while trying to keep a poker face about the whole thing. We don't see exactly what happens in the room, but, later, she seems happy when she shares the news with her friends that she's lost her virginity; even though she then lays down, awake, scrolling through the guy's Instagram, seeming altogether less than happy.

Kat's isn't the most violent or necessarily the saddest story line in the episode. But it showed the ways that issues like consent, toxic masculinity, substance abuse, and body image—all of which are difficult to deal with no matter what your size—are further magnified when experienced through the additional trauma of fatphobia. This is something with which I've personally dealt, and so I felt my past experiences rise up inside me when I watched how Kat couldn't build her own sexual identity without being constantly aware of the ways her body exists outside the parameters of acceptable desirability.

My childhood and adolescence are defined by my experiences as a fat girl; it was a time that often felt like a hazy battlefield, when I could hardly navigate which feelings and thoughts were my own, and which ones were the result of outside forces. My body hardly ever felt like mine, and it took years to develop the autonomy that Kat is grasping at as a teenager. Kat, like so many other fat women, has a total lack of support from her peers when it comes to body image and acceptance, and there's a devastating absence of affirmation about her own worth and the importance of her pleasure. Because of fatphobia, Kat is going to be swimming against a strong, but invisible current as she navigates the already fraught social politics of high school. It's one thing to grasp this truth on an intellectual level, but letting those principles guide your decision-making is truly difficult—even for an adult, let alone for a teenager.

Euphoria airs Sunday nights at 10pm, on HBO.

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White-knuckle your way through wedding season with Maya Erskine and Jack Quaid

Maya Erskine might have first come to our attention in PEN15, the hilarious show she co-created and stars in with Anna Konkle, in which they play 13-year-olds in the year 2000, but in the just-released Plus One, Erskine is all grown up and engaging in a very familiar adult activity: white-knuckling her way through wedding season.

Written and directed by Jeff Chan and Andrew Rhymer—who just so happen to be Erskine's former NYU classmates—Plus One stars Erskine and Jack Quaid as Alice and Ben, two longtime friends who decide to attend a summer of weddings together, and avoid any of the awkwardness that can come with finding the right plus-one. This is especially important for Alice, who is coming off a bad breakup. Of course, as the laws of rom-coms dictate, nothing stays totally platonic. Beyond that, though, Plus One doesn't fall into predictable rom-com tropes, and instead hilariously explores what it's like to spiral into a quarter-life crisis, all while dressed in optional black-tie. Which, we've all been there, right?

"We kind of use the script as its own therapy," Chan told me recently, when I spoke with him, Rhymer, Erskine, and Quaid, about the film. "We were watching friends who have been broken up for a long time get back together at weddings; we were watching people get really sad and get drunk and start crying... they were breeding grounds for lots of emotions coming to the surface."

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And those emotions have the perfect outlet at weddings in the form of toasts and other assorted speeches. Plus One makes good use of that platform by making the wedding speech the hilarious eye of the storm at each of its weddings. These toasts were delivered in the form of scene-stealing cameos—also friends from NYU, of course.

"Almost all of those speeches are based on a real speech Andrew and I have seen," Chan said. "We'd go to a wedding and [we'd think], Yep, that's going in there."

Rhymer adds that they used these speeches as metonyms for the weddings, which made sense time- and budget-wise: "Being an indie film, we obviously produced 12 weddings, but did so kind of cleverly, showing you the rooms or the side rooms where they're rehearsing. We weren't seeing 12 full-blown receptions in all their glory... that would have been, like, millions of dollars."

But perhaps what's most refreshing about Plus One is that it destroys the image of weddings—and, by extension, relationships, and women, in general—as having to be fantasies, as having to be perfect. Because nothing is perfect, and that's what makes life interesting. Erskine, for one, likes being able to show the weirder sides of life, whether as a 13-year-old girl washing a thong with hand soap or a millennial woman who doesn't know what comes next. "There's something really liberating and freeing to show and bear the ugliest parts of yourself—or what society may deem as the ugliest, weirdest parts of yourself—that no one wants to see," she said. "I'm also an over-sharer. So I am drawn to roles that expose more than is typical, and everyone is weird in one way or another."

"I think," Erskine laughed, "it's because I myself am a wacky trash goblin." As it turns out, that's exactly what rom-coms have been missing, until now.

Plus One is in select theaters and available to stream via Amazon now.

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That's one way to solve a wardrobe malfunction

Cardi B twerked so hard during a performance that she ripped her outfit and had to rock a bathrobe for the majority of her set.

At Bonnaroo in Manchester, Tennesee, as Cardi got a little too down and into it, a seam split on her bedazzled body-con jumpsuit only moments into her set. Not one to be set back by a wardrobe malfunction, Cardi B rocked a nude strapless bra with a bathrobe on top, making for a Serious Fashion Moment.

"This wasn't just part of the show," Twitter user Lena Blietz pointed out. "No one performs in a nude, strapless bra by choice." I have to agree there. A strapless bra is the bane of my existence on a slow day, I can't imagine what it's like to have to dance in one on stage.

Honestly, watching Cardi perform in this getup made me a stan for life. Despite it not being as flashy as her jumpsuit, Cardi made the bathrobe work, throwing the shoulders down for drama as she paced the stage during each song.

Bonnaroo attendees couldn't help but agree that a bathrobe and nothing else is a mood we all felt in the very, very hot and sweaty crowd. If she had one in my size to share, I would have gladly changed in a heartbeat.

But, despite loving this comfy solution to a big problem, I'd like to take a moment to appreciate the beauty that was the original jumpsuit. RIP.

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And launched an inclusive summer campaign showcasing 30 different models

Just in time for swim season, sustainable swimwear brand Summersalt launched an inclusive summer campaign, called Every Body is a Beach Body, and significantly expanded its size range.

The brand's sizes now go up to 24 and 2X—quite a jump from its previous availability, which went up to a size 14. Co-founders Reshma Chamberlin and Lori Coulter told NYLON that the size expansion was a must because "we know that there are countless women out there who are missing out on the joy of summer because they don't have the right suit." They noted that they have plans to expand the brand's sizing even more: "We're excited to continue to add more sizes and be even more inclusive."

For the summer campaign, each suit was fitted on 30 professional and non-professional models ranging in body type to ensure it would look great on as many bodies as possible. "We wanted the models for this campaign to be just as diverse and unique as our customers, and we're proud to show models of different sizes, races, gender identities, and physical abilities," said Chamberlin and Coulter. "We want our customers to see themselves in our models, and know that their body is a beach body, exactly as it is right now."

The new collection includes bright new colorways and styles to rock at the beach or the pool. There are bikinis, one-pieces, and even a swim tunic and leggings for modest fashion wearers.

Check out the campaign and some of the new styles, below, and shop the new collection now at Summersalt.

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