the ugly earring

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

Month: June, 2008

de beauvoir’s turban

“On the day when it will be possible for woman to love not in her weakness but in strength, not to escape herself but to find herself, not to abase herself but to assert herself –on that day love will become for her…a source of life.”

–simone de beauvoir “the second sex”

(photo from the sart)

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don’t make the good girls go bad

 friday’s treasures:

  • this amazing muxtape that’s been playing non-stop.
  • Dorothy Parker is wrong when she says: Men seldom make passes/At girls who wear glasses (more here)
  • a little native funk here
  • brooklyn mermaids

(photo: 1973 Biba Boutique)

we scream for ice cream

 

the ktz ice cream dress

and if you dare:

vegan coconut ice cream

time capsule

dear nerd girl,

this song is for you.

and if it doesn’t help lick the wounds, you can always count on george.

sincerely,

you twenty years later.

in-vested

from here.

more hair peace, please

 

found this gem by way of moldy doily and am resisting the purchase of the tina turner tee with all my might.

because tina turner in a leather mini and jean jacket rekindles the days of living on 13th street and walking down the train tracks with the best friend and his feral dog.

sincerely,

big hair forever

the plight of a gold turban

(pola negri)

At her wake at the Porter Loring Funeral Home in San Antonio, Pola was dressed in a golden yellow chiffon dress with a golden turban to match.

 

heathcliff, it’s me…

my studded ballet slippers are totally interpretive dancing right now.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

                -Emily Bronte

 

the end of something

“Copy editors are being bought out or forced out; they are dying and not being replaced.”

If newspaper copy editors vanish from the earth, no one is going to notice.”

a great New York Times piece on the death of a copy editor, my first real job out of college; which happened after they announced the death of the dark room.

 

a swell of violins

yesterday, i learned a valuable lesson: every girl should own tulle.

highpoints:

  • bestest cubie mate found a tulle blue dress and hot pink shoes to wear when her lover proposes.
  • the sun gods like me this week because i scored these hot thangs.
  • suddenly the songs of my youth (here and here) have become my new favorites on youtube.
  • this of course makes me wish i could wear this when i am teaching bella to sing thumbelina. (from here)

                

  • bella and i sat on a fountain, put our feet in the water and sang this
  • a parrot whistled at us as we walked away.
  • we read a little about anatole before dinner