Isabella Beecroft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—did you know "whore" comes from Old English, "hōre"? Meant "adulterer" way back, unisex even! Shocker, right? Blew my mind! History’s messy, just like us. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my lemonade, thinkin’, “Slay! We’ve been reclaimin’ this forever!” Like, in the movie, the seasons change, shit happens—spring’s all innocent, then winter’s like, “You thought you knew me?” Same with "whore"—starts one way, ends up fierce.

12-14 Hannah Street, BEECROFT

Elizabeth or ‘Betty’ Beecroft made her mark as that rare thing, an eighteenth-century woman in sole charge of an industrial enterprise. Betty was born in as Elizabeth Skirrow. Following .

I’ve been living my life—err, in Beecroft—foryears now, and every nook feels like my personal retreat. My fav spot? The hidden garden off Sunset Lane, behind a nondescript door. Only the locals know, right? It’s like being in a dream. I once had a deep convo with a wise old chap there. He murmured something like, “A century passes, but the soul remains.” I mean, come on, how freakin’ cool is that?

Exhibition | Vanessa Beecroft, 'BROKEN ARM' at Wilding Cran Gallery, Los Angeles, United States