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laylamuse:

Shalom Harlow by Ellen von Unwerth for Vogue Paris 1993

laylamuse:

Shalom Harlow by Ellen von Unwerth for Vogue Paris 1993

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Patrick Demarchelier

'Shalom Harlow'

1996

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Patrick Demarchelier
'Shalom Harlow'
1996

dualpaperbags:

paulmcfruity:

This Icelandic police force has the most adorable Instagram account 

Meet the Reykjavík Metropolitan Police, serving the capital of Iceland. By the looks of their incredible Instagram account, a normal day includes holding kittens, eating candy and wearing false mustaches.

There’s more where those came from | Follow micdotcom

For the record the Icelandic police are probably the best police force in the world, There has only been one instance where an officer shot and killed a civilian in the entire history of the country (which is nearly a hundred years) and everyone was completely devastated by it, the police especially — because, as made clear in their statements after the incident, they understand their function is to protect the people. Not to mention that their general police go unarmed except for special squads.

Let’s run through some more facts while we’re on the subject: Compared to 31,000+ shooting deaths in the US in 2009, Iceland had… 4, because they have very rigorous screening processes for gun permits. There is very little economic disparity between upper, middle and lower classes, and social welfare programs take care of their people. Drug use affects less than 1% of the population between 15 and 65 years old, and 90% of drug-related court cases are settled with a fine rather than jail time. Violent crime is virtually non-existent. [x]

Iceland is like if you took the entire idea of chill and personified it as an country, and this exemplifies that. 

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skeletales:

Nicola Odemann


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asylum-art:

Rebecca Stevenson

A lot Rebecca’s beautiful sculptures (casts) make me think of rotting corpses that have been infested either in life or after death with fungal blooms and flowers erupting from bone and flesh. Below are a few of her pieces that include skulls but make sure to check out the rest of her sculptures as they are great.d in Skull Sculpture.


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Julian Wasser - The Way We Were - Damiani Editore

A beautiful monograph on Julian Wasser Damiani Editions with photos of Hollywood 60s and 70s …

http://aima007.blogspot.fr/


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arienreign:

Why isn’t anyone talking about this?
http://www.dailydot.com/news/darrien-hunt-shot-by-police-while-cosplaying/


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panicrobot:

This man was our president for EIGHT YEARS. We are never gonna live this down


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mydollyaviana:

Disney vs. 7 early fairytales 

The 1812 version of Snow White is even worse when you consider that the girl was only seven years old in the tale (plus her unconscious body ended up being carted around by the prince until one of his servants accidentally woke her up).  Also, in The Little Mermaid, the mermaid’s unable to speak because she had her tongue cut out >__<

But I’d love to see faithful adaptations of the original tales.  Especially Bluebeard.  We need a Bluebeard adaptation.

Actually, the original-original pre-Grimm Brothers’ stories that were passed around Europe via oral tradition are nowhere near as violent as the Grimm’s made them. Cinderella’s stepsisters were never ugly and kept their eyes, Snow White’s mother was not even a villain (instead a group of bandits were), and instead of spending the whole story napping Sleeping Beauty outwitted a dangerous bandit leader, wouldn’t let him sleep with her, and saved herself. 

The original oral stories were radically changed by the Brothers Grimm to fit their personal and political beliefs. Most notably, they often added in female characters solely for the purpose of making them evil villains and took away most of the heroines’ agency and intelligence. Both brothers belonged to a small fanatical sect of Catholicism that vilified women because of the idea of Original Sin and Wilhelm in particular had a particularly deep hatred of women. The Grimms were actually pretty horrible people. Those cannibalistic queens and ugly stepsisters and the mass amount of violence against women didn’t exist until the Grimms wanted them to. Their ideas stuck so soundly though that we now assume they were in the original tales and that these terrible characters and ideas come out of some perceived barbaric Old World culture. But in truth they’re really the Grimms’ weird obsession with hating women showing through. The original oral folklore focused on the heroes’ and heroines’ good deeds and used them as ways to teach cultural norms and a society’s rules and encouraged girls to be quick-witted and street-savvy instead of passive princesses, and the Grimms promptly stripped that all away. 

"Grimms Bad Girls and Bold Boys" by Ruth Bottingheimer is an excellent book on this

We had to read The Book of Lost Things for school and it’s Grimm level crazy 

Not only that, you’re skipping out a really important thing: the brother’s grimm got those tales from WOMEN, women were the ones who would tell these tales orally and the brother’s grimm took them, altered them to be sexist and never gave the women credit. You can read Clever Maids the Secret History The Grimm Fairytales for more info

reblogging for the excellent commentary


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phantomcat94:

meefling:

You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me

I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me

I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.

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Anja Niemi: Do Not Disturb

Anja Niemi is a talented fine art photographer. Born in Norway in 1976, Niemi studied at the London College of Printing, and Parsons School of Design. She shoot a lot of self-portrait photography.

This intriguing series by Norwegian photographer Anja Niemi is a self-portrait project entitled Do Not Disturb. To create each scene, the artist sought out various hotel rooms, checked in, put up the “do not disturb” sign, and used the settings as her backdrops. She hauled a suitcase filled with clothing and wigs along with her and, through what Niemi calls protective layers of disguise, she began to create different characters for each story.

She says, “I got the idea for the hotel rooms after reading an article on 1950s housewives in Norway getting a paid housewife vacation from the government. I thought that is exactly what I need, but as this arrangement no longer existed I decided to create it for myself.”

As viewers observe the artist posed in various ways, the flawless compositions begin to reveal troubled narratives filled with private conflicts and emotions. Viewers will quickly begin to feel the awkward uncertainty that comes along with peering in on a scene that isn’t meant for public examination. Niemi leaves it up to us to decide what happened and what might happen next. “The stories are personal but once the images are done it’s no longer just about me, and the viewer can take it wherever they like,” Niemi explains.


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Laura Makrabresku: "The Two Sisters" [ Attention: cruelty, transgression of forbidden zoophilia.]

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New fairy tale:
"It is a fairy tale my Grandmother told me when as a little girl I accidentally burned my hands with fire. I remember that I couldn’t stop crying, certain that after what happened, my arms would never cover in feathers and I would never turn into a wild bird. Grandmother let my long, golden hair down and slowly combing it out with her fingers, she said:

There was once upon a time a widower who had two daughters. And that the Younger One was born with arms resembling two rotten birch branches or rather two bones, old and blackened as if brought up from a hundred-year old grave. Embarrassed in front of other people and God himself, of her awful malformation, her Father locked her up in the attic banning her from ever leaving the room.

The girl kept her arms wrapped in old bandages and in fear of human gaze, she didn’t dare to even take a glimpse at the attic window. The only consolation she found was her Older Sister, who visited her daily in the room embellishing her crippled arms with colourful ribbons and kisses, quiet and sweet.

One day Father went to the forest to fetch some wood for fuel, for the winter approaching was cruel. But before he left, he commanded the Older Sister to guard the room and under no circumstances let anyone into the house in his absence. But the moment the silhouette of the Father disappeared behind the dark horizon of the forest, the Older Sister rushed to the neighbouring lake where she caught a great, white swan, for she desired nothing more but for her little Sister to experience love at least once in her life.

People are evil and insensitive, said she carrying quietly into the room a great winged bird scented in water and air. Before Father comes back, your fragile hands will learn how to touch and your body will be captured in the trembling and anxious flight of the bird under the stormy sky.

And the swan listened to all the commands and obediently fulfilled all of what the Sisters desired. Like this three nights had passed. Drunk with love the girls completely forgot about Father who only just came back home from the forest. In fear of his punishment they killed the bird at once and to hide all the traces of his existence, they ate him to the last feather. But while eating, the Younger Sister spilt his blood on the floor. Wiping it off the floor with water or covering it with ash failed them along with all their other attempts. Thus the small stain grew into the size of a puddle and then it was as large as the lake in the forest; it became deeper and gleamed stronger and stronger in light. And when Father came and saw what had happened, he locked the Sisters under the key and commanded to wall up the doors to their room entirely. Forevermore.

The sleep came quickly veiling them in warm cobweb and ferns, taking their pain away. “


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A series that will overwhelm you with happiness: AI YAZAWA’S NANA
"We, who have different interests, never would we have thought, even in our dreams, that one day, we would wear the same jewel. You, who likes new things, who tends to fall for too many guys too quickly… I hope that even today you’re still treasuring and wearing that old shop’s standard ring!"

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