Over One and a Half Centuries of Female Love, A Gallery


“Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don't guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it's total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It's feral.
And it's relentless.” 

― Leah Raeder, Black Iris


There is a new scientific theory, published in the journal Biological Reviews which suggests that, when it comes to women, none of us is wholly hetero. According to this theory, formed by evolutionary psychologist Satoshi Kanazawa, most women are evolutionarily designed to be "sexually fluid" or switch up whether they're into men, women, or both along the course of our lives.


This is however contrary for men who tend to have their sexual lines and borders biologically and psychologically quite defined and are, as far as science has studied, unable to switch from one preference to another. 


"Rather than being straight or gay, to whom women are sexually attracted may depend largely on the particular partner, their reproductive status, and other circumstances,” Kanazawa says. So basically, according to his theory, us women just go with the sexual flow and are attracted to whatever feels right, unable to be entirely straight, entirely gay or wholly bisexual.


There is something truly pure about female love, it's vulnerable and warm, generous and gentle. Yet sorrowfully it has been highly misconceived, distorted and perverted along the centuries. From the demonization and the belittlement to the toxic and degrading hypersexualisation of their image and their relationships; Lesbians have have a long history of being misunderstood.  

Florence Nightingale, Virginia Woolf, Marie Antoinette and Eleanor Roosevelt are just a few names that come to mind when recalling female love in history, love that went beyond sisterhood without being socially corrupted. A gallery like this is important because with the monumentally robust clichés and stereotypes around us, we, as outsiders, tend to forget or, in all cases, oversee the beauty, the sincerity and the reliability of this affections which, fortunately, have been captured through a nearly two-century-long photographic breakthrough. Today we can pay a little homage to the outcome.

The origin of these prints are, for the most part unknown, we can tell more or less the years these images were snapped by the surroundings and the attires that compose the photos, nevertheless the stories and lives of the women in them portrayed are but sweet mysteries for our imagination to embroider.


“...The man of my dreams is a girl.” 
― Julie Anne Peters, Keeping You a Secret

Ava L.