full off

These are so fun to shuffle through, though I've yet to figure out my favorite.


Undeniably cutaway views of a sort...


These remind me of creches.


superhero knitwear

fashion plates



fashion states


I like Mimmo Rotella


Honestly, how does one not love one who keeps one's journal in such a fashion?



Kii Arens


old color


My old banjo teacher is crazy. He used to ride unicycle and play all the time.



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it was going to be permanent.

1938?


which naturally led me to early 20th century theories on draping and lines, hats.



Maybe it's the pre-school teacher in me, but I adore this aesthetic.


in the right mood, my eye is admittedly easy to catch.



I could kick it in the LOC all day long. It's too much to even approach, but an absolute goldmine for brainstorming designs. It's also good for just looking.


I need to dust off my banjo.


One chair an hour; four chairs a day.



Cutaway views are my comfort food. (what would the opposite of hindsight being 20/20 be?)


Sunny... because it's sunny.



Celebrities...

I wish I was in Shanghai.

put em up

So, sometimes it's just one of those days and this was a week of them.


As a small boy, I'd daydream about being 6 inches tall and living in expansive bases hidden inside walls or tree stumps; the layouts of which were well-planned and clearly illustrated. I think what was followed by cutaway views of my sub-marine base.


I've moved on from Nicaragua; let's go to Rio.


Indian castes.


Were I to ever receive transmissions from beyond, I would prefer that it were here.


I need a coffee table.


a bunch of videos for the hell of it.

crybaby

I wish I could remember the name of the painter who'd made that one I bought forever ago; it was the bust of a woman spinning her head and covering her face with her hair. I can't even recall what color it was, what color it is.


Whenever I see weed in the city overcoming abandoned pavement, I try to smile. Weeds made me think just now of Richard Wright in Native son saying something about reality of oppression trying to strangle people like weeds growing up from under stones and how poetic that sentiment was to a seventeen-year-old me when extended beyond the terms of race, speaking to the undertones of the struggle of existence. Some people are weeds; some are fucking gems: from every stripe and walk, in my book most days.


As a boy, I would hoard Art Nouveau illustrations in secondhand copies of the classics. At first, it was the woodcuts in The Collected Works of Jules Verne; it was all over for me when I found Maxfield Parrish. I'm a sexist pig I guess; but these pinups are all so dreamy, even yet.


People seem to comment that the process of this work must be maddening, but I could see how, after a couple of coffees, it would be so soothing.



The Japanese apparently went through a postcard-craze phase. I recommend spending a minute flipping through these for inspiration. I want big-ass giclées of all of them.



If I were here, my neck would hurt.


Solitary bees make hives for one, but the make them out of fucking flowers.


I don't remember which particular image it was that made me bookmark this guy's photo account late one night awhile ago, but I'm glad I did. Look at this guy's stuff.


More paintings of ladies (I'm such a gender-colonialist, I know. Like Ben Gazzara said, "They're beautiful girls. What's the matter with tits?"). Ahem. William-Adolphe Bouguereau!



Staff Benda Bilili. I love this song.


This umbrella has drum pad for when it rains, what with it being an umbrella and all.



Some pickchers.


Zhou Fan.

ok great

I just noticed that half of my images don't link to the corresponding pages. what a tremendous waste of time. Fuuuuuuuuuu.......

weapons nerd

Stayed home sick for the first time in a long one.

That's via Angora Mint. She sends me great stuff. I fell down the Ruth St. Denis rabbithole hard this afternoon. Too gorgeous.


I wonder what your cake would look like.


Norway.


I'm excited that you're going to London; remember those cows in Chicago?


and while we're on elephants...


I need to travel somewhere sometime soon.


Urban adventure stories (needs more monsters).


Oh, Veronica Lake.


You so need this discman...


I can't wait until you're Italian-Italian.


monkeys


I'd forgotten what the Rainbow Brite theme sounded like, and I stumbled across every tv show theme ever...