the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: gray hair

of brown and silver

She pays attention to the hair, not her fingers, and cuts herself
once or twice a day.   Doesn’t notice anymore, just if the blood
starts flowing.   Says, Excuse me, to the customer and walks away
for a band-aid.   Same spot on the middle finger over and over,
raised like a callus.   Also the nicks where she snips between
her fingers, the torn webbing.   Also spider veins on her legs now,
so ugly, though she sits in a chair for half of each cut, rolls around
from side to side.   At night in the winter she sleeps in white
cotton gloves, Neosporin on the cuts, vitamin E, then heavy
lotion.   All night, for weeks, her white hands lie clothed like
those of a young girl going to her first party.   Sleeping alone,
she opens and closes her long scissors and the hair falls under
her hands.   It’s a good living, kind of like an undertaker,
the people keep coming, and the hair, shoulder length, French
twist, braids.   Someone has to cut it.   At the end she whisks
and talcums my neck.   Only then can I bend and see my hair,
how it covers the floor, curls and clippings of brown and silver,
how it shines like a field of scythed hay beneath my feet.

poem: cutting hair by minnie bruce pratt
image: from the kumpfs family archive

the grays

“You can get older and still be rock-’n’-roll.”

“I thought all that gray hair would make a beautiful picture.”

~Kristen McMenamy

Three for the Road

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 1. you know it’s time that we grow old
2. the cliche of gray hair
3. a glass house made from plastic bottles

tinge of gray

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gray hair at dries.

(via garance dore )

you old rattler you

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The rattle is composed of a series of nested, hollow beads which are actually modified scales from the tail tip. Each time the snake sheds its skin, a new rattle segment is added. They may shed their skins several times a year depending on food supply and growth rates. Newborn rattlesnakes do not have functional rattles; it isn’t until after they have shed their skin for the first time that they gain an additional bead, which beats against the first bead, known as the button, to create the rattling sound. Adult snakes may lose their rattles on occasion, but more appear at each molting. If the rattle absorbs enough water in wet weather, it will not make noise.

*  photo: bebe le strange found it first
some things last a long time
sweetwater rattlesnake round-up
*  sweet, sweet rattlesnake music

“Only great minds can afford a simple style.”

(photo from here)

old age is attractive to me.

a head of white hair, red lipstick, wearing turbans, smoking cigarettes hand-rolled by lover, owning a camel, showing up at bella’s piano recital with 10 lbs of necklaces and fingers layered with rings (including a queen min ring), and saying fabulous things that stick to walls.

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i really like renata mohlo. 

here she is in her own words: 

the sart: dress to impress who?
rm: Myself: in the meaning that dressing for me is just a way to share the space with others, so sometimes I feel like giving a strong contribute to the picture, and sometimes I just need to be transparent, to pass through without making any noise. But it’s always referred to my mood in relation to the others.

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from fashion indie:

On why no one should go to fashion school:

“These schools today are pretty useless. They are very theoretical. What do you need theory for? Nothing. What you need is experience, to have lived and seen and done other things in life. I taught for a while and I used to tell my students: ‘Seeing one picture by Chagall is much more important than reading all the issues of Vogue ever published.’”

On what happened after the magical ’80s ended:

“Everything turned into a soulless homage to other things we had seen before. Think about the era of successive revivals that began after the 80s. For example, even today in most runway shows the music is nothing but a mix of 60s, 70s, and 80s music. It’s a big empty hole. Nothing is exciting anymore, and most things are tremendously boring. Often, the best things are written by unknown editors and journalists, while the big names seem to sign things off with their left hand. Haven’t you noticed that nobody expresses an opinion anymore?”

quote by stendhal.

grey anatomy

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this color scheme and grey locks of goodness.

(from here.)

and another bonus:

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because i’ve never seen black boots and a brown belt paired more beautifully.

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on getting old:

i imagine myself salt and pepper with layers of turquoise and squash blossoms. a black gown with red dirt decorating the unhemmed seam. 

( such a great spread)

the graying sparrow

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outfit for 33. 

and music for its preparation:

a one eyed momma cat

(picasso, la celestina, 1904)

she showed up on our doorstep, one eye hazed with blindness and two baby kittens in tow. a sweet, gentle feline; but, she’s remained nameless except for the “yama cat”‘ that  serves as a temporary moniker.  

today, she is celestina,

the cat who sat on my black velvet cape.

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