Happy International Womyns day everyone!
Here’s an image I made, Celebrate, celebrating last years International Womyns Day. Tell all the womyn in your life you love them and appreciate them!
Incredible Disneyland Opening Day pictures shot in Fantasyland and Main Street USA.
My mother was there opening day. I’ve told you this story before, but she recalls, “It was so hot, ladies’ heels stuck in the asphalt. And none, or too few, drinking fountains.”
Geographical and astronomical illustrations from the mid-1800s
by John Philipps Emslie
(several via the Wellcome Collection)
WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE DINO PLEASE STOP
For a time in the late 90’s I wasn’t speaking to my father. This wasn’t the “He doesn’t understand me” kind of not talking. My father and I were having the kind of disagreement where you burn bridges and vow to never speak again. Not even Christmas could bring us together again. Then, on Christmas 1995, Dean Martin died. I read about it in the next day’s paper because that was how we got news back then. My phone rang and I could tell from the caller ID that it was my father. I picked it up.
"Did you hear the news?"
"Yeah, I just saw."
"I’m making sauce and there are some presents here for you."
"I’ll be over in an hour."
this is a reminder that it is totally punk rock to play with someone’s hair and kiss their cheeks
1960’s fortune teller charm
David Hammons - Bli-zaard Ball Sale (1983)
"The photos portraying Hammons with his neatly arranged rows of snowballs for sale are probably the most frequently reproduced images in the artist’s oeuvre. The piece has become iconic, the single ephemeral work – a work that is essentially about ephemerality – that has come to stand for his entire practice.”
Decline of Discipline - Troels Carlsen
Fuck. I love this.
Somebody who had never seen my house asked me about the decor. I have never been good at that sort of thing. I have always left it in the hands of others. If it were left up to me, it would just be red and black walls, endless shelves of books and zines, and skulls everywhere. (Y’know, like Danzig’s place, probs.) This picture reminds me of the one touch I’ve always wanted but have yet to implement… a house that is always full of music playing.
(Flowers are pretty, too, of course.)
In those frigid days of the Cold War, Nixon not only impugned Douglas’ loyalty, but called her the Pink Lady, “Pink right down to her underwear.” Press editorials dubbed Douglas “the darling of the Hollywood Parlour Pinks and Reds.”
I wasn’t familiar with Douglas before, but now that I am, she sounds like a badass, and I thought you’d like her, too.
Gahagan starred in only one Hollywood movie, She in 1935, playing Hash-a-Motep, queen of a lost city. The movie, based on H. Rider Haggard’s novel of the same name, is perhaps best known for popularizing a phrase from the novel, “She who must be obeyed.” Her character and costuming in She served as the inspiration for the appearance of the Evil Queen in Walt Disney’s 1937 animated film, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
After Misfits and after Samhain, Glenn Danzig and the Power and Fury Orchestra did this song for the LESS THAN ZERO soundtrack - that lineup added Eerie Von and became the band called Danzig.
i am a baby hippo.
The word “adorable” doesn’t even come close enough.
Frame within a frame within a frame & light leaks. 😍 #fuckyeahselfies #everydayisselfieday #canon #blackandwhite #monotone #monochromatic #35mm #filmnerd
To paraphrase Sandra Bernhard… without Daisy, I’m nothing.
Some people might know this band because of TRUE DETECTIVE. I know this song, if memory serves, because Neko Case once told a magazine that it was the saddest song she’d ever known. And if anyone knows, it’d be her. So I wanted to share it with you… we are profoundly sad sometimes, but even through the darkness, I still love you.
So Much Wine
I had nothing to say on Christmas day when you threw all your clothes in the snow. When you burnt your hair, knocked over chairs, I just tried to stay out of your way. But when you fell asleep with blood on your teeth, I got in my car and drove away. Listen to me, Butterfly, there’s only so much wine you can drink in one life and it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass. Where the state highway starts I stopped my car. I got out and stared up at the stars. As meteors died and shot cross the sky, I thought about your sad, shining eyes. I came back for my clothes when the sun finally rose but you were still passed out on the floor.