Victoria’s Secret tried to cater to them
Get woke , go broke.
Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: that feeling of jaded…
Photograph: High society dame Gloria Vanderbilt aged 17, by Horst P. Horst, 1941
Thirty-eight years later, Gloria Vanderbilt would be a fashion designer with her own brand of jeans, and would be featured in a memorable advertisement with models showing their jeans bottoms to the camera as G.V. tried to hold what must be one of the cringiest how-the-f-did-i-end-here smiles in history…
…but here in this shot of her at 17, GV is a pensive hottie who’s probably wearing half a car worth of a dress and another half a car of shoes and apparel.
Shields gained widespread notoriety for her leading role in Louis Malle’s film Pretty Baby (1978), in which she appeared in nude scenes shot when she was 11 years old
May we talk about Joseph Marie Jacquard who was the first person to use punch cards to automate textile patterns?
No, you may not
Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: when you feel that there’s a lot of backstory to a shot…
Photograph: part of the “Together” series by amateur photographer Nikolai Bakharev, USSR, 1980s. He would meet and befriend vacation goers while vacationing himself and taking souvenir photographs, and eventually some would trust him enough to comission portraits in absolutely-not-Soviet ways. If you google for them, be warned that this image from the “together” series has more fabric in it than a dozen of the other photographs, mostly nudes of ordinary Soviet people together with their loved one(s).
As for this shot, other than than the risqué outfit by the wife/mother, the china plate leaning on the wall and the print above it (a copy of Marc Chagall’s “Naked on white cock”), notice the Nescafe pot (a black market luxury), the chocolate eggs on top of the Nescafe (another unusual item), the plate with cold cuts and what looks like a cake… probably they were holding a family celebration and invited their trusted amateur photographer to record the event and show off their relative well-doing?
Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: this doesn’t feels very comfortable…
Photograph: Tent trailer at a motor camp in Humber Bay, Toronto in 1923
These kind of trailers were on the expensive-ish side so they were considered a luxury commodity, but the slanted… whetever they are… protuding from the body look flimsy and being slanted wouldn’t be of much use of comfort if beds went into them
In 1968 George Romero changed everything about zombie movies – except, of course, that he didn’t. Though it’s often cited as the key film in the now ubiquitous zombie genre, Romero’s Night of the Living Dead never used the term ‘zombie.’ Instead, it referred to it’s reanimated undead characters as ‘ghouls.’ Initially, the filmmaker himself avoided any zombie references, and cited Richard Matheson’s novel ‘I Am Legend’ as the main inspiration for his horror opus.
I don’t see why not. He was a very interesting and intelligent man.
.Jacquard first formed the idea for his loom in 1790, but his work was cut short by the French Revolution, in which he fought on the side of the Revolutionaries in the defense of Lyon. In 1801 Jacquard demonstrated an improved drawloom, for which he was awarded a bronze medal. He continued his work, and in 1804–05 he introduced an attachment that has caused any loom that uses it to be called a Jacquard loom. Jacquard’s loom used interchangeable punch cards that controlled the weaving of the cloth so that any desired pattern could be obtained automatically. In 1806 the loom was declared public property, and Jacquard was rewarded with a pension and a royalty on each machine.
Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: when you’re feeling both tired and happy!
Photograph: gone shopping somewhere in Canada, by Vivian Meir 1950
Just imagine to spend all day walking around on those heels, buying more and more stuff to load on your arms, and then carry a baby in arms, too! The women look like sisters, with the girl being daughter and niece, and the baby her younger sibling…
PS: ain’t the girl cute with her gloves…?
I remember being taken shopping with my mum when little . She would do what seemed like 100 miles an hour through crowds, my little legs finding it murder to keep up with her. She would duck and weave through crowds, an expert shopper.
I remember my mother telling me a story about how she had slipped on a green grape while shopping at a fruit market while pregnant carrying me inside her womb.
She told me that she almost had a miscarriage and I had to be delivered early.
She told me also that it had happened because she was in a rush and would duck and weave through crowds.