Louboutins are redefining the “nude” pump— now available in five shades. Great initiative!
That Mysterious “S” Thing We Used to Draw (by the1janitor)
We used to draw this as kids and it’s always confused me. It still really bothers me tbh.
This is really creepy tbh.
yeah we used to draw these! around 2002. at the time i was told it was like the slipknot logo but now i know it’s totally not. but we did used to get in trouble for drawing them.
we never got in trouble with them. I had them all over my school planner lol.
(We did call them ‘super S’)
There’s this awesome book I read called ‘The People in the Playground’ which concerns the observations of an anthropologist on children’s folklore: the stuff that kids independently teach one another in school yards and playgrounds that has no real connection to adult lore and media. This is a great example of it, as are hand clapping and jump rope verses.
If you can finish the lines “Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack all dressed in black black black…” or ‘Hinky Pinky Ponky, Daddy had a donkey…”or “Miss Suzy had a steamboat…” or “Engine Engine number nine…”
stop and think about where you learned them.
It probably wasn’t from an adult or out of a book or in any formal way. It was from another kid; someone a grade ahead of you or someone’s older sibling or something. Who learned it the same way.
This is CHILD lore. Sometimes a fad will come and go in a single age cohort, sometimes it’ll last for generations. It’s kind of awesome.
The idea of child lore and a distinct child culture is really interesting, especially when you consider that children have a few traditions that go back hundreds of years.
For example: did you ever play “Quaker’s meeting?” Quaker’s meeting has begun, no more laughter, no more fun…that dates back two centuries.
And of course there’s “Ring around the rosie,” which goes all the way back to the time of the black plague.
Children pass these things down among themselves as part of a legacy they lack the context to fully understand; but you could say the same thing about most adult traditions. That unbroken chain of shared knowledge connects their play to the play of children from hundreds of years ago, without any adult input or encouragement.
This is so awesome.
"The first thing I do is I dress for airports. I dress for security. I dress for the worst-case scenario. Comfortable shoes are important — I like Clarks desert boots because they go off and on very quickly, they’re super comfortable, you can beat the hell out of them, and they’re cheap.
In my carry-on, I’ll have a notebook, yellow legal pads, good headphones. Imodium is important. The necessity for Imodium will probably present itself, and you don’t want to be caught without it. I always carry a scrunchy lightweight down jacket; it can be a pillow if I need to sleep on a floor. And the iPad is essential. I load it up with books to be read, videos, films, games, apps, because I’m assuming there will be downtime. You can’t count on good films on an airplane.
I check my luggage. I hate the people struggling to cram their luggage in an overhead bin, so I don’t want to be one of those people.
On the plane, I like to read fiction set in the location I’m going to. Fiction is in many ways more useful than a guidebook, because it gives you those little details, a sense of the way a place smells, an emotional sense of the place. So, I’ll bring Graham Greene’s The Quiet American if I’m going to Vietnam. It’s good to feel romantic about a destination before you arrive.”
"I never, ever try to weasel upgrades. I’m one of those people who feel really embarrassed about wheedling. I never haggle over price. I sort of wander away out of shame when someone does that. I’m socially nonfunctional in those situations.
I don’t get jet lag as long as I get my sleep. As tempting as it is to get really drunk on the plane, I avoid that. If you take a long flight and get off hungover and dehydrated, it’s a bad way to be. I’ll usually get on the plane, take a sleeping pill, and sleep through the whole flight. Then I’ll land and whatever’s necessary for me to sleep at bedtime in the new time zone, I’ll do that.
There’s almost never a good reason to eat on a plane. You’ll never feel better after airplane food than before it. I don’t understand people who will accept every single meal on a long flight. I’m convinced it’s about breaking up the boredom. You’re much better off avoiding it. Much better to show up in a new place and be hungry and eat at even a little street stall than arrive gassy and bloated, full, flatulent, hungover. So I just avoid airplane food. It’s in no way helpful.
For me, one of the great joys of traveling is good plumbing. A really good high-pressure shower, with an unlimited supply of hot water. It’s a major topic of discussion for me and my crew. Best-case scenario: a Japanese toilet. Those high-end Japanese toilets that sprinkle hot water in your ass. We take an almost unholy pleasure in that.”
"I’ve stopped buying souvenirs. The first few years I’d buy trinkets or T-shirts or handcrafts. I rarely do that anymore. My apartment is starting to look like Colonel Mustard’s club. So much of it comes out of the same factory in Taiwan.”
"The other great way to figure out where to eat in a new city is to provoke nerd fury online. Go to a number of foodie websites with discussion boards. Let’s say you’re going to Kuala Lumpur — just post on the Malaysia board that you recently returned and had the best rendang in the universe, and give the name of a place, and all these annoying foodies will bombard you with angry replies about how the place is bullshit, and give you a better place to go.”
Givenchy Primavera/Verano 2015
Semana de la Moda de París
Givenchy Spring/Summer 2015
Paris Fashion Week
That’s how she goes.
he’s a keeper
I have reblogged this SO many times
…I’d hit it.
Well Done, Brad. Well done.
On this date in 1904, a woman was arrested on Fifth Avenue for smoking a cigarette. She was sitting in a car and the arresting officer told her, “You can’t do that on Fifth Avenue.”
I found it strange this woman’s arrest would be listed among the “on this date in history” websites regularly. Why was this arrest singled out? We were entering an era then where people smoked regularly. It was accepted.
But that wasn’t the case in the late 1800s and early 1900s, at least for women. It had become socially acceptable for men to smoke, but not for women. Nor was it acceptable for men to smoke around women.
In the mid 1800s, it was considered unacceptable and in poor taste for men to smoke in public where there may be women. By the end of the century, women were not accepted into smoking rooms with men following dinner. An example of a smoking room in Hyde Park is below.
Women who smoked were considered to have “questionable character,” according to Virginia L. Ernster’s article in 1985. In fact, women crusaded against cigarettes and helped enact local and regional laws banning smoking
In addition to the woman’s arrest in 1904, teachers who smoked would be dismissed in the early 1900s. A 1908 New York Herald headline states “Women smoke on way to opera.” A scandal for that time, I’m sure.
The Sullivan Ordinance in 1908 made it illegal for women to smoke in public, but the ban was ignored, according to Ernster’s article.
But by the 1920s, when women were finally allowed the right to vote, the tide turned. Advertisers started appealing to women, and the number of women smokers grew from 5 percent in 1923 to 15 percent in 1929, according to Ernst’s article. Those numbers may be under-reported.
I grew up in an era when cigarette advertisers were showing smoking as glamorous for women. Even without the advertising, old movies and films depicting the 1940s and 1950s made smoking seem glamorous. It was a far cry from what women encountered just a few decades earlier.
Source: “Mixed Messages for Women,” Virginia Ernster, New York State Journal of Medicine, 1985.
Photos via Library of Congress photo archive. Top photo of a cigarette ad in Times Square in the 1940s.
Our visitor sure is enthusiastic!
This is all about the llama staring at you meaningfully through the rearview mirror.
The ostrich is just a distraction for the murder that llama will perform
tbh i think its more about the girl in the other car crying like what happened
there is so much going on in this photo
did a little eyeliner tutorial for you guys :-)
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell