“Boy meets girl – from Outer Space” by Weegee (Arthur Fellig), c. 1955, New York
street art abounds in downtown jersey city. (at Downtown Jersey City)
Posted on Friday, January 31st 2014
HAPPY NEW YEAR! In this the Year of the Horse 2014, may all boot lovers and bootmongers find themselves riding high and well-heeled in delacav custom made boots!
Posted on Friday, January 31st 2014
Jan. 15, 1909: Shackleton’s Party Reaches the South Magnetic Pole
On this day in 1909, members of Ernest Shackleton’s Nimrod Expedition party discovered the south magnetic pole. Shackleton, who had divided up the team, failed to reach the South Pole. Upon his return, Shackleton was still hailed as a hero for his grueling and groundbreaking expedition.
In 1914, he placed in a London newspaper seeking recruits for his 1914 Trans-Antarctic Expedition.
”MEN WANTED: FOR HAZARDOUS JOURNEY. SMALL WAGES, BITTER COLD, LONG MONTHS OF COMPLETE DARKNESS, CONSTANT DANGER, SAFE RETURN DOUBTFUL. HONOUR AND RECOGNITION IN CASE OF SUCCESS. SIR ERNEST SHACKLETON”
Watch Episode One of Chasing Shackleton, a new three-part series that follows a modern expedition that re-creates Sir Ernest Shackleton’s Trans-Antarctic Expedition.
Photo: 1909 photo of the Nimrod Expedition (1907-09) to the Antarctic, led by Ernest Shackleton (Wikimedia Commons).
Posted on Tuesday, January 14th 2014
Reblogged from nickey · kehoe
Lindsay Wagner and Lynda Carter
The First Selfie
Robert Cornelius 1839
Posted on Thursday, January 2nd 2014
I had the uncommon joy of making a soulful sojourn to Inishmore 20 years ago on a wild rainy and cold day in November. The ferry ride and stalwart tatooed captain in a navy peacoat were cinematic on their own and that long ride across the North Atlantic could have been quite enough to inspire transformation. Lucky for me Inishmore had so much more in store. When I arrived on the dock, I knew I had to stay and just like that I rented a cottage for several weeks from a handsome red-headed son of the Aran Isles 5 generations strong. We were young and fell headlong into a mad love affair that rendered us reckless perhaps because we knew it could not last. He took me in and shared every story he could think to tell about the island and his people. He took me out to every known mystical place and others known only to the locals. I don’t have words for the native daydreams of those days that come to me more and more often lately. There are only images and senses and deep feelings and the sounds of the rushing wind and the ancient roar of the ocean overlooking the cliffs. On the day I boarded the ferry back to the mainland we wept quietly in each other’s arms. We did not say goodbye.
my memories of inishmore.
inspired by poem & photo by David Whyte, Poet:
Posted on Tuesday, December 31st 2013
Marie Antoinette’s Last Letter Stained By Her Tears
“16th October, 4.30 A.M.
It is to you, my sister, that I write for the last time. I have just been condemned, not to a shameful death, for such is only for criminals, but to go and rejoin your brother. Innocent like him, I hope to show the same firmness in my last moments. I am calm, as one is when one’s conscience reproaches one with nothing. I feel profound sorrow in leaving my poor children: you know that I only lived for them and for you, my good and tender sister.
The Winged Victory of Samothrace
Posted on Sunday, December 29th 2013
Posted on Thursday, December 12th 2013
Reblogged from The Swinging Sixties
This month we lost a great artist. Touted for transforming “fashion photography into avant garde art”…
Considered one of the foremost fashion photographers of our time.
She was self-taught. She followed her muse.